SLEEPWALKING
We walk through life as if sleeping,
Our eyes wide open, never seeing,
We pass by so much without a notice,
Only caring not to care or feel,
We gaze ahead no goal in our sight,
Of all these things we are blind,
We lost our senses,
Our purpose to be,
We stare at the sun without warmth,
Our lives in shadow,
We feel the chill of the moon,
Of our desolete lives we lead,
We lost our way, We lost our way......
Richard(PHOENIX)Cartledge (c) 7/16/09
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