Is it possible
That today I feel disgusting
But I also feel alive
What’s the matter
I still hear this silent chatter
The emotion on this platter
Placed in the latter
So tell me
What’s the matter?
A red light
That never gets to green
Stuck waiting
And waiting
And waiting
Walking is far fucking better
One foot in front of the other
You know
The aching heels of this so good congestion
Visionary of this near future
When the light turns green
And all of this solitude
Follows one another
Never really knowing
- Author: Harry Atkinson ( Offline)
- Published: January 26th, 2021 10:46
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 58
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