Industrial
Walking to nowhere
These streets are so empty
How did I get here?
The street lamps with the orange glows don’t end
But somehow I find the voltage that keeps everything alive
I still wander
But it’s a bit better now
For the memories I hide up in my mind
The calm sees us and brings the memories to us with a certain force
Still melancholy
Still watching garbage blow down the street
Is it as lost as we are?
The voltage of the industrial sensibilities
Tells us to wander aimlessly through the rotten metal
In hopes we enjoy it more than the others who tried to before us