Pavements, Skips and Loners

Every walk

and their walks of life

the hall of fame

writers game.

Ending casually what they begun

As for me there is nothing to be done

You think and well

is there anything anymore for me to tell

Bindings of sight and smell

You will see

how it goes so well

I skip the walk i skip a stone

Walks of fame

Pavement stone

There are stripes

There are stars

You call it gazing on a screen

some say gazing at the stars

Where is the difference one might ask

Or noone at all ever asks

Whats there left

I will share

What last bit you wished for

And in silence we vanish