THE RECESSES OF THE MIND

There are no hallways more lonely
than the recesses of the mind.
I walk home with my footsteps echoing loudly,
and the gleam of my eyes dulled from the lack of human interaction.
I can't shake the taint from my heart
of sleeping with women that I didn't want to marry.
I know that somewhere out there
a shooting star burns passionately with my name on it,
but tonight, as always, it will remain elusive;
and I walk home with my footsteps echoing loudly,
in the recesses of my mind.