Hands shoved deep in your pockets,
Shoulders hunched close for warmth,
Ripped shoes,
Not for fashion mind you,
But warn in from constant use,
They muffle the sounds of the wind.
Your shadow is cast--
Across the sidewalk you are stretched
by the streetlights above you.
Looking for purpose in a velvet night,
Devoid of color scheme
as your shadow is devoid of you.
Cloaked by the disguise of normalcy,
You realize that this is your chance
to be more than the place you are...
But you are gone--
Lost in a sea,
of anonymity.
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