Oye hombre - donde va?
You speaking to me friend...
where am I going ?
I am nowhere man,
going - no where ...
just looking for a way past the blank stare –
beyond the places that covetous eyes dare...
standing alone without a name
like an assassin taking aim
and sighting nothing but a lost cause;
matters not - he is too blind
to see any possible pause
his very existence
requires an abject cast
so that the future can consume the past
I am nowhere man,
going - no where ...
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