And here I am
Competing with the sirens
Off to some bedlam in the streets
Permeating my atmosphere
My own thoughts
My words
Swimming on the pavement
Stained on the suede of my shoes
While you're off somewhere
Making some sort of legend of yourself
Without giving me a second thought
Right now I feel beautiful
The wind
Blowing in the right direction
So that I can finally see the birds
Building nests above me
While I write a story for us
A story that will stay here
Stained on the suede of my shoes
In my thoughts
Within the infinite space
That I call my atmosphere
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