i dream of the golden days
that we strode past in ways
the bustling roads,blaring alleys
flowers and moths of the valleys
i dream of getting whacked
by the bully from the school
to cry, to complain
and make my friends say i'm uncool
i dream of the drunkard
who slandered me with words
looking away with watery eyes
wanting to feed him to swords
i dream to stop at a gas station
talk to the man at the counter
tell'im about my destination
and just wish he pissed me off.
now when i drive at sonic speeds
watchin eyes of steel that stare
wishin for a drop of tear on cheeks
and my android mate wasn't there.
Desperate Human
4010AD
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