Never thought alone

Could also mean lonely

Touching objects

Just to feel

I’m still there, here

Not just memories

Past projections,

Projections of the past

 

This house feels empty

With future tense

All pretense, fake ideals,

Ideas that don’t live;

Static objects, like clock

Or table, set of chairs

Past projections,

Projections of the past

 

Take a walk outside

Feel the city buzzing

Streets and parks

All full of energy

Bursting through

Focefully, but all I feel are

Past projections,

Projections don’t set me free

 

In the end all I see

Is pavement drifting under me

Strange looks don’t bother

A thousand footsteps carry me