I have sleeves rolled up to my shoulders
and i think people want to look inside them
I walk a quarter mile putting one foot behind the other
and i think time will no longer move forward
I stand at the beach and i picture myself
drowning in a brown grey green welted ocean
I walk up the stairway only to look down
and wonder what mischief free falls are
I look at the children who look at me
and contemplate biting my fingers
I wait for the lights to fade and the people too
before i can talk to them and relate
I feel the plush skin of the draught
and appreciate it dressing down for the moments i love
I notice cities change identities,huge cities
but fail to find myself wearing the same collar
I sit by the streets and see the sky
parachuting to the earth in bits and pieces
I draw leaves but not the trees
as i sing tunes and not the songs
and i say to myself "What a day ! ",Everyday
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