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Mark Page

i am nothing

i am nothing
i am no one
a wisp of dream
   which never will come true
distant thoughts
   that always lead to you
what can i do
 
i am nothing
i am no one
a name that none
   cares whisper in the night
all the wrongs
   that clamor to be right
lose the fight
 
i am nothing
i am no one
curses breathed
   by old men as they pass
harsh laughters in
   the hallway after class
always last
 
i am nothing
i am no one
a song that none
   dares whistle in the air
piercing eyes
   of strangers as they stare
i don’t care
 
i am nothing
i am no one
a black star on
   the precipice of night
a candle in
   the blinding summer light
never right
 
i am nothing
i am no one
a wisp of dream
   which never will come true
distant thoughts
   that only lead to you
what can i do

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