Rebel without a God

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Shuffling, shambling

down the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

 

The glitz and the glamour

and the people passing by

as quickly as my days

upon this earth.

 

I’ve been down these streets, before

beckoning, begging me

to come back.

A taste, a try…

a titillation?

 

And somehow

I get lost along the way,

the world

has tugged at my heartstrings

stringing me along

making me think

that I want more.

 

Stars in the sidewalk

losing their shine

as the sun sets,

hides behind the clouds

from me

the things He wants me to see.

 

Pitted and cracked–

watch your step!

–you’re skating on thin ice.

Deeper and deeper

into the maze of the city

walls mugging up around me,

beating me up,

closing me in.

I run

even if not sure

why it is that I do so,

nothing of the sort

that the big black empty

can hold.

Driving down dark alleyways

losing my way

time, direction…

stumbling, falling,

crying, puling

in a corner.

 

God knows

where I’m meant to be.

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