I was just standing on the streets
these people seemed to walk through me,
stare across me like I wasn't here.
The sun was really glaring;
everyone was just doing their things, ignoring me—
my lips twisted into a fading smile,
every passing second was each eternity to me
and somehow these moments I thought would last forever
were just in the back of my head,
replaying like a broken radio—
as though in those whispers, telling me
that forever doesn't exist and I needn't find it no more
since everything has its end,
the paths we take in life maybe blocked by obstacles,
but right now maybe the obstacle is myself.

I can't return from the dragging past,
it's been devouring my everything since the month has gone by
and it won't throw it up no more.