There is no time
It's like in a play where
the wet streets and architecture
the soles there
career and zoom
But I -
Nothing but time
Or like in a fairytale when
the leavery and gray rain
the fields there
rustle and unwind
Yet I -
keep walking here
being part of - but at a
distance, playing there
I like it like that
And then I
leave.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC
There is no time
It's like in a play where
the wet streets and architecture
the soles there
career and zoom
But I -
Nothing but time
Or like in a fairytale when
the leavery and gray rain
the fields there
rustle and unwind
Yet I -
keep walking here
being part of - but at a
distance, playing there
I like it like that
And then I
leave.
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