It's an everyday commute, brain to bed,
though I despise having detached limbs,
a numb thumb stuck in my pocket,
I get on the train and unravel my guts to the whole carriage.
I suddenly think "what if the others talk about me in the way I do about them", they probably do, and that is not something that I'd like so much,
I prided myself on ethic, but once I failed to be honest, a liar was born and doubts were everywhere.
I shelter my eyes under my forehead, worst case scenario I shield em, I peek through my fingers,but I don't want to know,if I cover my ears, now my eyes are exposed.
I got told it is all about little things, smaller the better, but then you lose them, and you forget your wallet in someone else's jacket. You are lost
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