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( —FIFTEEN )
the second hand , of my ticking clock peeking through , from across the block. i'm standing there , with a brazen stare like a nightmare , out on a walk.
in the morning rush and the racing crowd , of this city life and its cynical roundabouts where i'm standing still with unpaid bills , a bit unqualified , in quality in that sweater from last week , like an insolent masterpiece.
MOST DAYS — i'm here to watch you jump , on that bus you take on your way to work , semi awake. through the closing gates and people running late , i hear your little sighs and your drooping eyes , as you go.
SOME DAYS — when you look through the glass holding your window seat , at the store on the side by the end of the street , distanced by several feet from what's not meant to be , standing out of the routine of people you'd like to see , i'm like that underrated song on repeat , playing into your ears with a contagious beat. while you whisper some lies , and then hum with the tone that you often deny , when you're not alone. as you're bending the time with your hands on your knees , clad in your best pair of jeans , staring down at your feet and the void in your cheek , stays devoid of defeat , i wonder, if you think of me.
OTHER DAYS — i'm just here to count the waves , or the bucks to save to guess the names , of moving frames and blank curtains , of congested lanes all acting sane , but we're the same. like the crescent moon on a drunk monsoon , or the stroke of heat with the start of june , missing out on moments that are yet to bloom , don't we all choose indifference , in our own different ways?
ONE OF THESE DAYS — i'm down in a daze , walking back to my place , unrequited , unbound , from you and your town. dispatching dismay , i'm hoping you'll stay for a while and believe , that wonders exist in the staggering will of sketchy pessimists , summarizing the gist of the mystery that is , you and me.
AND ANOTHER DAY — as i'm struggling to remove , the reality of a bubblegum stuck under my shoe , with the sky breathing loud in sly wisps of blue , and somewhere elvis singing , “ can’t help falling in love with you ,” i realize , i can stay out of touch never needing too much , never standing too close to your window aboard. like a corporate breeze with the fragrance of spring , or a radio set on the wrong frequency , i won't decipher this scene and i'll just let it be , ‘cause i'm in love with the feeling of setting you free , everyday.
