The Penitent

walking down these quiet streets
another language, same old feet
kicking against the pricks each day
new city where i cannot stay

wandering; not lost not found
so many stories yet unfound
another face, another day
a different smile on every face

can’t choose a place to live my life in
can’t choose a face to lose my eyes in
can’t choose a place to call my home
but can’t give up or die alone

running fast to find the new
running fast so far from you
destroy my soul and every truth
just to confirm the lies i knew

some day i wonder if i exist
or
if i was gone would i be missed?
i’ve never cared much either way
you never cared much anyway