The noise from the cycle echoes through the street.
my mind confused with everyday dreams of never leaving this city.
suttlle embrace from a passing mind. thoghts of the lights and how they still shine.
one day a person a people will understand my love for this city.
the germs within,the germs around
why oh why do I love this old town.
so much more to be had on another day
either way this is what I pray.
city I love, city I need, free me from all this hate and greed.
the city in a whole is more of a heart than human.
just to keep my mind straight I should keep movin.
one to many thoughts about city and structure.
i think more and more im deprived from this culture.
tick tock tick tock my mind jumps back and forth.
I wonder if I will ever make it back to walnut court.

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SOFT FOCUS

[The Buddah just sits and smiles]