with the constant vibe
the melodic boom from the bass
the chime of the synths
to the incesant cry of the voice
I can't seem to distance myself
how do i make my way out?
life the endless waiting job
busy running to and from tables
not remembering to stop and breathe
not notice the small changes
over filling the plate
where do you begin?
always standing in the same places
always seeing a new face
the tall, the short
the long to little
being enticed by the many
and i mean many different arromas
well my time is up
there goes my NYC train ride
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