A million people passing by
on streets under a turquoise sky
all eyes are on the ground
sideways glances all around.
A highway of broken hearts
and cracked minds
and seeping dark.
Numb hands from years of cold.
No affection. The children told:
"Never hope and never dream
never trust in a world so mean.
Live, learn, eat and sleep,
show no emotion, never weep."
I sit down and close my eyes
my spirit drifts up to the skies,
into space I travel on
into the sun and I am gone.
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