Past the cafes, saloons and chop houses
In the restaurants we sat together in a trance
Hours forever hungry, hungry and hungry
Feed searching libraries chewing poets, the mystery wizards
Dissolving voiceovers on the greasy walls in distress
Evenings at lousy parks over a cup of awful coffee
Life on a standstill, rush of thoughts died in silence
Your eyes roamed away, back to the ceiling top
My vision went opaque and blank, tears rolling down
Yet again an ebony night, death leaned above my chair
The cruel torment snatching the eye gleam away
A bundle of lost dreams stabbing my trodden back
Wandering the step stones above my conscience
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