Couldn't care less be it dusk or dawn,
Eyes no longer as they once were,
What before was clear now seems blur.
Along this path of mine,
I lost the finish line,
Can someone tell me if I'm closer,
Or have I been journeying further.
I ask myself, am I soulless,
If not why am I clueless,
Taking each step rigidly,
When others run so boldly.
God's plan for me, if I were to guess,
Would be that I was made in excess,
He thought it would be funny,
To breathe life to a dummy.
Look he walks,
Look he talks,
He was made like no other,
Nothing makes him shudder.
His eyes are bright brown,
He seldom makes any sound,
His insides are almost hollow,
Filled with nothing but sorrow.
(written on 08 January 2009)
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