my soul
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀wanted
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀to⠀sing
⠀⠀⠀­⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀from⠀ a
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀factory
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀w⠀ i⠀ n
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀d⠀ o⠀w
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀it wanted to.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀h
⠀⠀⠀and when i⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i
⠀⠀⠀close up real hard⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ g
⠀⠀⠀and try to imagine⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀h
⠀⠀⠀it,
⠀⠀⠀possibly it already
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀happened
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀above the
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀city streets