People come and People go
Their shadows close behind.
While we walk along our paths
We are alone and totally blind.
Never seeing, as we trek,
Other souls eternally, only on their own.
“Can you help me,” people cry
As they try…
To understand the meaning and
The purpose of their lives, of their loves.
Nihilists claim there is but one: none.
This, the darkest shadow of all, wears gloves
Wrapped around the necks of doves.
People come and people go.