High white ways
Shattered by rain
Pale dead walls
Nerves pushed in pain
Red light faced
Mirrors of the dead
People in the archways
Eyes full of lead Always closing down myself
Lower sights and never see
Worlds of noise and worlds of night
Expecting not to be
Not close enough for me
To take a step and pass you by.
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