Every day is
the same road, same lines,
same lights, same dents on the
c r o s s r o a d s .

Flickering lights of
s t o p    &    g o

Sitting on the back of a cab,
The beeping sounds start to sink in. . .

S    l   o   w   l    y
I close my eyes, thinking :

"  Where the **** should I go?  
If somewhere the rivers don't flow,
W o u l d   I    b e   a l o n e ?  **"