Walking life

In between people, thoughts seem to drift
the life is slow and easy
the future is dim and uncertain
the burden is steadily sustained

In between trains and cars there’s only the radio
mobiles ring and we talk
everyone’s waiting
no one’s going anywhere here

Childhood is irrelevant
but we hold on to it like oversized babies
I only feel adult when I walk on my own
and all I think about is the weather and the buildings

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