When you walk alone, no hurried stride, people pass with empty faces, nothing inside. You move like a ghost, unseen in the crowd — maybe this is just the world now, quiet and loud. When you’ve been alone for far too long, an empty heart, no light, no song. No smile left, no warm thoughts caught, endless walking toward a destination sought. You move like a ghost, unseen in the crowd, no smile left, no warm thoughts caught. Instead of empty faces that turn away, show a little warmth — a heart in there, somewhere. Maybe, just maybe, a face with a smile, maybe my walk won’t feel lonely for a while. Instead of empty faces that turn away, show a little warmth — a heart in there somewhere. My walk to a door, I enter, now closed, back inside my shell, the place I know. All is quiet, everything done, the world feels empty… maybe tomorrow it will come. You move like a ghost, unseen in the crowd, no smile left, no warm thoughts caught. Instead of empty faces that turn away, show a little warmth — a heart in there, somewhere. Andy.B 13.06.2026
