I am groupless
I am clanless
always without
never within
yet I have no outer self
only an inner self
there are only the characters
in my head
they come alive
more alive to me
than anyone else
treating the world
like ghosts
as they all just float on by
passing through me
as air
the world is full of walking dead
mayhap’s it is I that is dead
there is no lament
I walk the soulless road
not in regret
but never can I turn my back
on the voice and distant dreams
calling me away
from the living
if they truly are
the living
