i don't know how people walk the streets of this city as if they were simple streets
a synagogue stood there once and there and there and there
these streets are to be hiked, these streets are trees
these streets were clean until a man was forced to scrub them and another man and another man and another man
a mountain of words disappeared into smoke right there and there and there and there people were next and next and next and next and next and next
these streets will talk to anybody willing to listen, nightmares galore
a waggon stopped there once and there neighbors and there teachers and there doctors and there students and there friends and there humans
we didn't know what was happening, we didn't know, we didn't know
not quite sure what this is, but I've been needing to get this off my mind somehow, I tried to draw but nothing came to me, maybe words will help this time