you can´t decide on which cafe
the courtyard miniskirt confusing the path of your stroll
Your war cry accused of being a troll
chicken being fried out of some paupers heart
The underground filled with clean water
flowers and plants and fish fill it up
giddy euphoria
behind the glass you watch the animals
and they watch you as if spirits from the afterlife
The long green grass so abundant
the new fruits not quite mature
expectations fly
like hammers and axes
The underground grows into the world
The energy to reach for boots
take up the fight
like kindling alight
With all the meaning of a town center food court
Appetite settling the stomach and the life purpose
deep desire craddling my veins
Oh what freak of the light
a freak of the light
Unable to decide which restaurant to eat in
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