The world has ended but i live on, <br />selling souls on glass sidewalks no one will walk on. <br />Collecting memories from dusty highways, <br />watching reality pass slowly like a dream, <br />and people with no faces acting in imaginary plays. <br />And children who rip out hearts when simon says. <br />I stagger with a wavering uncertainity, <br />as i slowly pick up fragments of eternity.<br /><br />Peya Jakob<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/glass-pavements/
