Why do I run

Why can't I stay

Like figures

On dew glass

Statues made of clay

Without souls

Makeshift tents

Not warm enough for snow

I stare

Don't care

Wait

For fate

No grind

Dissipate

Gasping for confetti

Lost somewhere in fair

With no view

Only air

I turn

Try to learn

But I freeze

All toys a tease

N bus

A distant gleam

Faraway lands made of dreams

Will u take me somewhere I will be known

Not Surrounded yet alone

Where world is as it seems

Paths not made of broken glass

Faces not erased in haste

Rainbows not tainted by smoke

And stars that guide

Can be seen by the naked eye

But I am not here

Is it the mundane I fear?

Or the boulevard of broken dreams that I keep trying to escape

Twinkling stars all a memory

We are here now, aren't we?

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