Fleetwood

Spring is here again,

the greymetal springs into the guild

people are happier, i think.

Or maybe I’m happier.

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Watching reflections on the glass window

the world seems so quiet on the other side

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and I cant stand the sight of my own face

lit up by the cosmetic lighting

all very cosmetic.

I think it’s because of the books behind me.

They make me look bad.

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Ahead, the ground slips into tarred road.

so perfect. so straight. rhythm is soothing

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and everyone that walks by looks up at me

but they don’t know i can see them see me

see them. see

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people have the brightest clothing

blue with green. yellow with white.

i like that. blue with green.

it makes sense. like skyscrapers

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I think i’ll stop now – I hear a train coming

and I need to be on it.

atleast, i think i do.

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Davis Center Waterloo, Canada