Somewhere
Somewhere there’s a revolution, I hear
Somewhere I used to know
And here, in a darkening dusk
In an expanse of grass
Turned purple by the silence
I turn away
This is life stripped of excesses
No one else for days
Voices all digitized
The constant hum of a world
Churning itself
I laugh just because
I miss the sound
And they come
Seeking life
They turn them away
Not knowing
It is life they bring
Tell no one this
I say it here in confidence
Throw it to the dustbin of words
There used to be someone
He wanted to be great
But forgot—
Where was I?
Ah, yes…
– Originally posted on Sep. 17, 2015
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