They are filled with the pulsing apathetic mass
Of ignorance and volume.
and so I slip into the salty waves of musical distance.
The cold waves of air do not chill, rather invigorate.
I am life, swaying in the sea of content.
The inside of these eyelids are dappled with light,
The bottom of an ocean floor, with memories
Colored bright and flashing their scales.
The shadows sway with the swiftly shifting trees
and familiar buildings above me, so far away.
You sing to me of love and how you will find me,
But my ears ring with pain and a need to escape
The bestiality surrounding me.
The speeding bus jumps over an uneven road,
My head hits the seat in front of me
My backpack falls into the aisle
And a pen strikes me in the nose.
Save me from the chaos.
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