I walk those streets again this night.
Lonely, accompanied by the moonlight.
My heart paces with joy of rediscovery
But the familiar faces are nowhere in sight.
A stranger to my past I have become,
A stranger to the moments yet to come.
In between the bygone and the rising,
Like a possessed man I run, I run.
January 5, 2013
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