travelling again
i know exactly how it's gonna end
the routine day dream starts as I get off
i'm holding up the queue
because my ticket won't go through
i know it should be simple but it's not
something's gotta change
i know i'm lucky in a lot of ways
so why do I want more
than what I have?
brace myself to hear the lies
i wonder if they know that I
don't get the jokes but I just
need to laugh
there's infinite detail
when you break it down
it all becomes simple how
it all becomes clearer now
so don't take my photograph
cos I don't wanna know how it looks
to feel like this
as cars and people pass
it feels like standing still but I know
i'm just moving sub-consciously
slow.
p/s : not mine - newton faulkner
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