You ever felt like you begin a life or a dream with someone you thought was in the same life dream? Then out of nowhere you realize you have really been walking alone on the life dream and your not sure your person will or even wants to catch up? That's what this poem is about.
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Most day’s I just feel so mentally used, been feeling this need to scream and shout, or maybe I just need to walk the fuck out?
Always incessantly avoiding this Goddamn coming bout!
Ever so lightly tiptoeing through all of this stupid ass doubt, walking away, finding a new route, walking on and on to places where people don’t know me and have a right not to care...
Endlessly Wondering; will I be walking alone forever or will someone catch up to me? RJW