where to go and
with whom
and how fast
or how slow
departures
no arrivals
no tears, no smile
what the hell
people talking
people laughing
people talking
too much noise
can’t hear the music
of my own song
never look back
don’t look at all
just walk
don’t walk
walk
head full of nonsense,
shoulders hanging
thinking too much
never enough
words and sounds
too distant too near
need some air
back on sunday
