As the sun sets,
I see familiar
And unfamiliar cars
Driving by
People that like me
Have highs like
No other,
And lows that
They’ll never get over.
I look out into the street
One last time
As cicadas sing their blues,
I wonder who’s truly right
Or who’s terribly wrong.
Aug 14, 2023
Aug 14, 2023 at 9:08 PM UTC
As the sun sets,
I see familiar
And unfamiliar cars
Driving by
People that like me
Have highs like
No other,
And lows that
They’ll never get over.
I look out into the street
One last time
As cicadas sing their blues,
I wonder who’s truly right
Or who’s terribly wrong.
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