I feel the rush
It’s neither the adrenal nor the blood.
I peep from the window
To get fresh air
It’s neither here nor anywhere.
Skimming the roads
Tasting the wind
Are deeds of the past now indeed lost.
Hoping to connect
I stand by
To be overlooked like a passer by.
I wait just wait
All along
Hoping that one day I’ll belong.
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Dead Phantom
