I do not hate, I do not love,
I do not answer skies above.
No prayers, no pleas can make me wait—
I simply am. I simply take.
I walk unseen, a fleeting breath,
a whisper soft, a brush of death.
A child laughs, a mother sings,
a lover dreams of wedding rings—
I pass them by. Not yet. Not yet.
But he who runs with frantic feet,
she who sleeps where highways meet,
the one who sways on aching knees—...