Some keep yelling, some keep gossiping, some think they're on top of things. The crowd, people, noise, dirty smelly gas invade and pollute the sky.
So I keep silent, all these years and the years to come. Pass streets, pass the crowd, pass the chaos. And land somewhere they can't get to.
You can't fit in this bustling world but you can build yourself a cosy wram little home so you can be left alone.
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“Rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness… give me truth.” |
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