Followed HomeYour eyes look at me a soul that has seen more then you ever should More then most ever will. I turn, walking away at the end of every day. Burning ash falling--gliding to the ground Thoughts wash through me What have I done? Anything? AT ALL? Or am I just wasting my time and yours? Waiting for my shift to end Your eyes look at me look up to ME. My eyes slide to the clock Am I done yet? Have I served my time? But have I helped? Do I even car? Your eyes follow me home I try to leave you on the streets on the sidewalk, dFollowed Home
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