hope


where to go and

with whom

and how fast

or how slow

departures

no arrivals

no tears, no smile

what the hell

people talking

people laughing

people talking

too much noise

can’t hear the music

of my own song

never look back

don’t look at all

just walk

don’t walk

walk

head full of nonsense,

shoulders hanging

thinking too much

never enough

words and sounds

too distant too near

need some air

back on sunday


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