Floating
Anonymous
Floating
Bobbing on the surface
The surface of a sea of blank faces
They are robotic
They have no identity for they have no
individuality
I broke the surface
So I float
There is a vague sense of identity
It is on the horizon
But as I move closer
It moves further
The distance is set
For the horizon cannot be reached
But still I move because it is all I want
All I need
A purpose
An identity
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