Somber Starkness (Of Everyday Pavements)

I know everything is adrift and lingering pavements,
but I feel like I've been there since everything's prospects.
Without sending off, without everything's beyond...
Are memories ought to lighten you up?
Or do tears have the answers afar disenchantments?
This time I will come around
for it may be myself, far eyed wide and found;
and all these tears will turn to wonders...
I'm out of sight but there's within the child...
Do I breathe in? Do I inhabit everyone;s specters?
Must I see to shoot the moon of consolations,
or should I rather wonder my shenanigans?
Am I of a solitude trance?
Is anyone there beyond everything's pavements?
Pavements are still pavements, and the child wants me to persist;
Pavements are calling me,
I feel all the starkness to subsist.