F Train

Travled on teh f train down the people press crowd. They start to fade like footprints worn away. Only stop and still I'm waiting. A thousand faces look the same everyone. A thousand different names. They come on two by two. People fade as people do. Came here of my won volition. Could be my decision. Could be. We may stil get by. We may still get by. Wandered down on avenue a the coffee shops teh sweet cahe of thoughts and words and laughter gone. Never ending stream of whay you've known so long and long ignored. Don't think so hard just smoke your cigarette and fade off into blue cause people fade as people always do. Consequence comes crashing in the scars and scrapes and scratches all the memories died so long ago. Time is up but still I'm waiting. Came here of my own volition. Could be indecision. Could be. We may still get by. We may still get by.

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