Say can you see?
The roads to missery
The paths on which we flee
Escape from dark alleys.
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I sit here under plain sky
Watch grey trains roll by
I see the buildings sleeping
By the railroads side
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Sitting dull and grey
Under broad oakleaves forgotten
Lying under chestnut trees
Unspeaking - barren - rotten
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Welcome welcome to my poetic place The world is crazy a crawling maze Tied together by thread and lace New days and nights we face)
Unreal
Say can you see?
The roads to missery
The paths on which we flee
Escape from dark alleys.
There is no end
No end to humanity.
May we not dream?
May we not pretend?
Emapthy awaiting,
Waiting for the end.