I hear the sound of my own steps
But can’t believe they’re mine;
They could as well be Johnny Depp’s
Or those of Patsy Cline.

For everyone’s a vital part
Of one organic whole;
The beating of a single heart
Resounds in every soul.

And nothing’s done by anyone
Which doesn’t leave a mark
On all those lit up by the sun
Of stumbling in the dark.

And so I can’t but move along
United with the endless throng.

Photo by Timon Studler on Unsplash

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