他把热忱放下
                       挥走纷飞的思绪
                      端起名为生活的水
                         仿佛一夜之间
                   梦想都成了滑稽之谈

                           跃动与麻木
                           轻狂与妥协
                           迥异的变迁
                   心中的火花成了过去
                 苦涩是生活唯一的调料

                          那绝不是他
                  他不会走得那样拘谨
                敲击键盘的手如此无力
                  他不会那样躬身点头
                            笑得疲惫

                          那绝不是他
           他应该向挂掉的电话破口大骂
             应该对难缠的上司不屑应对
                   应该和朋友玩闹聚会

                              怎么了
                        他愈发像条狗
                日里跟在人后摇头摆尾
              像是踹一脚还会腆脸跟来

                        太阳拿他无奈
        月光却恨得狠狠剥下他微笑的皮
                露出很小很小的他自己

                      星星眨眼看着他
                他找到那个潮湿的角落
                        骇得缩成一团
                      藏起最后的自己
                        舐舔满身的伤

                          当日出天明
                      他又长出新的皮
                                  去
                            消耗生命

                    人人都认为他存在
                            谁能明白
                         “他”早已不在