left just off to the side I lay
my crying had soaked my chin, dried up my throat
millions passed by, as if on a pair of tracks
dead set on the straight way; one direction
only one direction.
frozen faces robotically aligned;
mine swollen and throbbing
I cursed their way. their way so straight, so narrow
I was close. right there. off the path.
wanting in
wanting a reason for someone to see me
they all pass it on to the next guy
they see me, but know that someone else will care enough
someone else will love me
and carry me down the path
I'm still waiting
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