she wanders;

sometimes she feels lost
like a wandering soul
uninhibited and seemingly free
but nothing more than a prisoner
of her own emptiness

the days the months the years
every second that flies on by
she remembers it all
and clings to them
the memories, her only hope
however it may mean that she lives
only in the past

step by step
night by night
day by day

it is ever continuing
there is no end

even when everything has long passed
time moves onward
oblivious to the trillions that come and go
happily turning on its proverbial axis
like the earth that which it guides

and will she still be wandering
a forgotten ghost among the living
searching for something she does not know
until she can wander no more?

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