its two o'clock, not in the afternoon
walking ahead
but all over the place inside my head
even as knowing
it might aid to breathe occasionally
forth from the dask
altough i left my mind to wander
altough really
trying to act there's not the questions
no longer
knowing theres not the answers
inhaling, exhaling
and once more
on the street corner
before entering
when carrying the burden
with the smile i leave for seeing
treading the districts
knowing im not alone currently
couple of months
and id sense you breathing
also on behalf of me
these days are getting blurry around
waiting, fading
when ill get to see the endpoint?
counting again
while passing the streetlights