Walking Home

Who is going to walk home with me?

No escape when you think you’re free.

Who will prove that they can make the bold move?

Millenia where we’ll be nobody.

We’ll hate each other and fall in love.

We’ll wage war, spill blood on The White Glove.

Dance with me in dark energy’s sea,

The mystery swirling up above.

Breaking through illusions of control,

Throwing possessions to the black hole,

Obsessing these senses with expenses,

Lusting for ways to tater my soul.

Compassion greater than eyes can see,

Spreading throughout this whole galaxy.

I bemoan having to grok this alone.

Who is going to walk home with me?

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