Stand in the middle of a busy road
There, you'll see a world within a world
Untold legends of differing ages
Passive strangers that could've been your life.
My eyes were hurt in the shades they've got
Can't see their scars, can't see their blood.
Then it rained, and they were gone
They save themselves by fading out
(............)
But I was there, dripping wet
Lose my chance of knowing them.
I was thinking of simply asking them:
"How're you? ... see you then."
The sky keeps roaring in victory,
But NO, I smiled in glory.
"How're you, sky?"
and so, it stopped...
(tck... tck... tck...)
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
Stand in the middle of a busy road
There, you'll see a world within a world
Untold legends of differing ages
Passive strangers that could've been your life.
My eyes were hurt in the shades they've got
Can't see their scars, can't see their blood.
Then it rained, and they were gone
They save themselves by fading out
(............)
But I was there, dripping wet
Lose my chance of knowing them.
I was thinking of simply asking them:
"How're you? ... see you then."
The sky keeps roaring in victory,
But NO, I smiled in glory.
"How're you, sky?"
and so, it stopped...
(tck... tck... tck...)
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