Racked with guilt,

I seek my way.

Through the brightest night

And darkest day.

Through unending hoards

Of but one face,

To a site that exists,

Yet is no place.

 

I call to a friend

I do not know,

He does not speak,

But says ‘hello’.

We do not speak,

Yet talk for hours.

On the sunniest day,

That’s raining showers.

 

At last he leaves,

But does not go.

Which reveals a truth,

I do not know.

That onward does

My journey cease.

And screaming loud,

I walk on in peace.