In the real world, there is no finish.
But I hope, and I think we keep on dreaming.
And I know for sure that out there somewhere,
there are people on a path,
Am I alone on the path roaming
with the lonely people roaming
sorting into a swirling center ever going
with no ending?
A woman alone
with an emptiness so boring it roams un-endlessly?
But we live a lonely path don't we?
And we live alone in reality.
Ever going forward into fantasy.
Into a swirling circle
with the lonely people
a million things
those surrounding of what is suppose to be
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Animal Abuse, Mental Health