The fastest way from point a to b is a straight line
but the blue line on the gps is never straight --
i got lost in the steel city once with a dead phone
and no gps to get me home
i had to do it the old fashion way
reading and listening
until it started to look familiar
until it didn’t feel so lonely
i got lost in the steel city once
not a single soul around
save for the sound of cars and sirens and trains
i thought leaving the city was bringing me closer to b
i thought leaving would be less lonely
but the thing about loneliness is that it never goes away
it just changes shapes.
Jul 28, 2021
Jul 28, 2021 at 10:00 PM UTC
The fastest way from point a to b is a straight line
but the blue line on the gps is never straight --
i got lost in the steel city once with a dead phone
and no gps to get me home
i had to do it the old fashion way
reading and listening
until it started to look familiar
until it didn’t feel so lonely
i got lost in the steel city once
not a single soul around
save for the sound of cars and sirens and trains
i thought leaving the city was bringing me closer to b
i thought leaving would be less lonely
but the thing about loneliness is that it never goes away
it just changes shapes.
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