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I wanna throw it all

to the streaming water

under the bridge.

I want a sudden stop;

A surprising mute,

Find myself alone, blinded by the sunrise rising above the desert cliffs.

Please just drag me around,

I'm sorry, I'm not making you proud.

I'm lonely,

But I'm not alone,

Let me find the vanishing point,

right between a stream of suits flowing

Walking in a never ending shade of concrete.

Thoughts parachute slowly in my head,

As I sit in backseats of buses,

ears occupied by music, staring at clouds moving above long sheets of green and brown,

Seeing roads twirling around each other turning into bridges turning into tunnels.

Please, come on just drag me around!

I'm sorry, I'm not pleasing the crowd.

I'm lonely,

But I'm not alone,

Let me find the vanishing point,

Between a huge mass of soldiers,

Standing in perfect lines, marching, monotonically creating a dazing tribal beat.

Let me back in the cattle,

Let me enter now,

Please, I need cover.

Please

Let me enter now

Let me enter