MY HAIR IS SO OUT OF PLACE, MIXED AND CONFUSED LOOKING.
MY FACE SO BLAND AND BORED,
MY EYES ONLY OPEN BECAUSE I HAVE TO CARRY ON.
MY MOUTH CLOSED, MY HEAD JUST ROAMING THE SKY AND THE GROUND.
WITH MY HANDS IN MY POCKETS, MY LEGS EXHAUSTED AND SLOWLY WALKING.
MY STEP HAS NO BOUNCE, I HAVE NO PLACE TO BE.
NO WHERE TO GO, NO RUSH.
JUST MUNDANE, BORING USUAL ROUTINES.
WALKING ON THE INSIDE OF THE PAVEMENT, JUST STEPPING ANYWHERE,
AND STOPPING WHEN A GLINT OF INTEREST COMES MY WAY.
WATCHING OTHER PEOPLE,
A FEW OF THEM LIKE ME,
BUT OTHERS LAUGHING, SMILING, ANGRY AND SHOUTING
AT LEAST THEY ARE SHOWING SOME EMOTION,
NOT LIKE ME,
GIVEN UP AND TRANCED IN MY LONLIE WORLD

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