Everything I have ever done has been exposed,
Hollow and empty underneath the pretty word painted pictures of my calcified history.
I walk down those streets again on heels worn down by my once never ending stalks for the ultimate nothing I hunted.
Silent, empty and mocking,
Cold winds once more laugh gently in my ears as I remember the shadows that slapped my mind with delusions of desires waiting to be pandered to by faces I thought destined mine to conquer.
I stood so tall then, yet I was without rational, waxing philosophical to no real avail,
A king without a crown or a kingdom, a madman without the comfort of true insanity, a clown without makeup or a costume, a sad song without a haunting minor key melody.
Like a tiny whirlwind of dust swirling in purposeless ineffectual chaos down an alley full of stale stink and petrified broken dreams, my yesterdays wandered clichéd and aimless through a maze of what if's and why not's that masked the pitfalls and booby traps that left me with the inevitable what now's.
I can walk those streets again and again.it just isn't the same though, the faces are etched with the acid of time and constant sorrow, suitable wrappers empty of conscience and conscious awareness, totally devoid of any self- determination I once might have optimistically accorded them with.
In my alienation from that alien nation I battled monsters of illogical reasoning like a Don Quixote on a chemically created steed sired by form dictated rage and foaled by my misplaced passion while always dragging those worn heels.
Yeah! Everything I ever did has been exposed.,
So, what now?
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