May 1, 2013 § Leave a comment

So I forked out some money 

To pay for the tab, 

And oh, a stranger had made it before me

And oh, I smiled; but he stared.


Here comes the sun, said the song 

It was always alright, ultimately 

And you had lives that you lived, simultaneously 

on different sides of the world


Oh, that strange pale blue feeling 

That you so rarely offered anyone

Was the inkling of your faith in humanity;

A sobered thing, a heavy influence


How could you go and run away, 

On one like me, so forlorn and disconnected 

But I have gotten over that, like a smoked cigarette

To realise the weight of heavier, lasting connections


When all is said and done, life could be like an advert

Fleeting, passing and glorious with ONE message

But I would rather not be, would rather not… 

Live for the market.



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