Someone showed me the world and I closed my eyes
Now, left with a empty pockets and shuttered windows
I believe in lies.
Across the way the old man gazes out his window- he thinks about the routine. Work, food and sleep.
He smiles. What does he have that I am missing?
You showed me your colors
God damn- I could not believe there was colors so soft that could make my eyes bleed so strong
"So much depends upon a red wheelbarrow"
I despise the cold here
And the absence of sunlight in your eyes.
The wheels keep...
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