identity of a nobody

in france writing because i am inspired by the beauty of the scenery

the lone tree in a  forest of fellow fallen

the man or woman who walks from place to place

and blends with the gray overflowing in the citys

the people who never ask for anything but give all they can

purely from fear to be remembered

i pity the gray faced zombies that walk from 1 to 2

as we all slip down the long slide to attempted diversity

but now diversity is normality and normality is non existant

Author's Note

not great but i was still looking for inspiration until it hit me