A Traveller's Tale

 There were times when baby our souls were one, Driving toward the sun, Every day and night doesn't make a change, To all our love or down the pace, And to think about all of this at once, With me alone walking away from the sun, Now, the day watches me as an inanimate being, And the night as a victim of one thousand bullets, Everything's just changed, just except me...                                                                                           - LetYourEyesVocalize