Breathing Your Air

Breathing your air

Inhabiting your space

Just another scar I have

Ashamed of face

These works are a waste

Six feet under with nothing on a stone

Is surely my fate

Everything to take

But nothing to give

Why is my heart beating

What is the object to live

I am different from your

But without substance am nothing

Make me something

Not anything

But dreams to finally achieve

Possibility in the endless search of me

The things that I see

And not what I should be

The things I can be

Are not what I see

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