Eidolon

 

Eidolon

 you walk through the streets
walking through these people
you know they're there but you're pretending they're not
there, there
people are easier to talk to
when you can't see them
this town is filled to capacity
this country
this world
there are so many people
after a while they all blend together
the same face is on every
man woman child billboard magazine
trying to sell you something
trying to tell you something
each word is a cry for help
"get me out of this place or kill me"
but they're already dead
they just don't know it yet
it's up to you to tell them
you could be the savior
but you are not alive either
you're merely existing
you will never make a difference or
do anything great
so just keep walking
eventually you'll run into something...