A queue of the forgotten dead…

So he cried out to the unyielding sky
And it had become absolute
Between his unrealized fate
And himself, he could draw no connections
Only convey a tendency
Entropic principle of self
Naturally, he should be disjointed

Exposed parts gleam
Everything stumbles with him
A queue of the forgotten dead
In the rearview mirror, wave
And remind him where he’s going
Ahead, the statues loom
And cast disappointed glances

He said it’s enough to believe
He said tomorrow will be better
He said I think therefore
I must be right
And when he was alone again
He asked silently
Why me?

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