He walked down the street, for what he knew not.
He followed his instincts, drawn by fate and a question mark.
The drifting music pulled at his battered soul,
its tendrils caressing his heart as he ambled aimlessly along.
A light in the window, soft and beckoning, calling to his inner, unknown desires.
Your voice, he heard, expressing your renewed spirit upon awakening
after being entombed, trapped, for so long inside the negativity of your past.
And in your voice, he found that fate was showing him the faith he thought he had lost.
That--and a question mark.
originally posted on 6.18.08 on myspace
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