am i like you?

am i like you?
am i even like a strange one too?

this pain we hide into, this hurt we live within
its all there is, that we are so
i have gotten my identity via this hurt
when ecstatic, we were unaware, unfound
we were like him, somewhere else
and now O stranger, we are like you, strangers

lost in you, we see the way,
when the day starts on your notes sung softly, only then the days begin
days when your doors are barred
we live in the weeping silences
those days we are nothing more but memories, of the days that went running past
dust motes we are, on the path you once walked on


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