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Fine I'll try some...
7:30 every day
Walk blindly down the same street and in mirrors
See from the sidewalk and from shop windows
And in every reflection there is a different
Way of being and in every reflection there is the exact same thing
In a coffee shop I can see a man sitting
In the same place he sits every single day
Sipping his coffee like it's an antidote to his somnambulism
And when he speaks he talks as if to say
That his life is already over
And has been from start to finish a hundred times before
And he knows every thing that went wrong and every way
He could fix it
And everyway that everyone else could have been less obstructive
And if it weren't for genetics he could be everybody
There were no paths left
Without footprints in wet concrete
And somebody says aloud
"What a city we live in," and they sigh and reflect
That everywhere we go someone else as been before,
Evidently as soon as possible,
And there is nowhere new for us to go,
And that everything has been done before,
And that if anything, we are following the same old tracks
Worn into the ground since we first started walking and wearing
Only with new layers upon layers that obscured what went before
And our lives have all been run a hundred times before
And our lives are already over
*Blinks. Shrugs.*
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