Nothing new speed meeting desire
Who are they chasing and are they really winning?
Standing at crossroads the lights never agree
Choices, oh choices! ! that you made never disagreed
Fall in line, fall in place, you never knew you had already lost yourself
The mind rambles and takes you to shambles
But you drift one moment ago and the meaning of everything is gone the next
Where would you run this time? what do you want?
Grim yellow lights and the heavy air that surrounds
No you don't belong here…..! !
- circa 2020
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