Boxes

holding us

while we ask

for answers

in silent rooms

Traces

left there

not scattered

Following the followers

in the circle of life

leads

nowhere

As we search for something

we can’t see

Standing on the outside

to make the acquaintance

of who we were

when we were young

A journey

away from the crowd

A sunset

where we saw the sun

Lives lived

and no doubt

in the darkness.