i am walking down lanes
i know cant run through these
i know they block my knees
i know that i'd have to breathe the poison in that air
these lanes take me somewhere
this one is dusty and the lights are out
but now i am so used to these sounds
i have met people here
only few of them have stayed by my side
they have their crossroads
and i have mine
i still can't  stop waiting
to meet more of them
few are like candles
and others
are like sweet silent rhythms