can you stand it?
the same,
the lame,
then the same again,

nothing changes
and a new day
is just the same
sun, same shadows
between my dreams.

the street
sounds and smells
of sreams and fumes
in a phonic concert of
disposable information.

you,
the stranger,
I don't know,
but can you understand
my disillusionment?

look,
that goddamn sun is
back again.


 
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