It’s a vacant space
between here and there
with nothing on the walls,
It is a place
without a care
voices in the halls.
Drugs upon a schedule
from disconnected hands
Foreign faces smile
hum tunes from other lands,
There is no time
tween now and then
no art upon the walls
I’m getting out
I don’t know when
voices in the halls.
1 comment:
Yep - I think we can all agree with this one!
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