The cliché bus could come
Knees all there was left
reverberating Impact and heavy darkness
creme crackered remains over the street
The ol take life by the horns
live it love it now
Cause the stray bullet
waits to cross your path black cat patient
Nothing humble about it
loud and overshadowing
Instinct rotten instinct
How could you enjoy life with that for fuel
Yet it's all there is for the mindless spaces of time
Those winding meaningless mindless spaces in time
The ol bus could come when you least expect it
save for instinct the rest's disconnected
Leave your work place head down worries surging
further into them doubts growing like cake dough your heads an oven
No one wants to watch the concrete pass underneath their own feet
dwindling on the useless speculations
moving gracefully through the ifs
No one votes to be stuck with last on the team anxiety
No faith required, it's all there like a surprise party
No need to wonder if that overshadow will creep back into your
short city dweller soul
Into that mind to take it's dirty toll
And the wires are disconnected
clichés aside if any harmful thought
caught my ponder for a ride
shook me and affected the way I decide
The next trip I could take
might mean I'll die
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