Walk On

The world is moving by outside

and I am sleeping.

I feel something small shift inside,

but I am drifting...

and I walk on.

My dream is dreaming alongside

and she is dying.

Her wish is a white God-damned lie,

but not for trying...

and I walk on.

Present here with wandering mind;

the sun is shining.

My favorite pondering find

in the dark, hiding...

and I walk on.

One drop is lost among thick storms,

a drop nonetheless;

and it rained, it poured, poured, poured.

They served their purpose,

and I walk on.