He walks down the road that leads to his destiny.
He envisions this clearly in his mind.
In reality, he's vacant, pushing through his eternal dreamspace,
Oblivious to any sense of time.
He sits there as they pass him by, staring through them in bitter pain.
He covers his face. He hates this place. He starts to wish he'd caught a train.
He lets the memories swim through his head, wearily letting them drag him down.
And as he angrily holds his head in his hands, in those memories...he starts to drown.
He can see the eyes, he can feel the smile, he can hear the laughter, always.
He remembers the touch, he remembers too much, yet he knows, that there..is no way.