Wishful Thinking


Slow to go
Closed to the unknown
I leave my heart wherever I go

Desire for desolation grows stronger
The weight of the city holds me longer

The world in ruins
I under the ruble
Rather to be swept under oceans trouble

Lay here for days
Coaxed by the haze
Of false joy in the motivation of pay

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