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Not feelin green nor blue. Not caring or having any clue. Only living for just those few. Cherry, grape berries spread across wonder bread. Not wishin to be living or dead. Instead I walk the streets not running. To fast of a beat. Passing speeding cars all drunk from the nights bar. They stair, I glair keeping to myself. Certain things I can live without. Like people tightly packed to close to one another. Only needing your sisters or brother. All gifted by the young mother. Shivering spine, to many people lets go back in time. Like books and nursery rhymes. Trees were different, standing taller then you and I. Barefoot men engraving in sands. Now all wearing shiny leather shoes payed with our hands. Working away restless days, all for prints on paper. Poisoning our bays. But still I keep walking only listening not talking. Taking in all that we made. Day dreaming the day away.