dimanche

i'm afraid of death, afraid of anything changing and having to move on from each thing i've grown attached to, i love everything

when crossing a street is a disaster
(what have i become?)
when crossing a line provokes an outcry
(what more did they stole?)

nobody wants their life to just stop
and even less for yours to just fall
but in the end every thing hangs up call
is that survival
to never pick up the phone

there's no better ways to deal
(a coke and a pack of cigarettes)
we should see ourselves as last meal
(finish it up, order refill)

chance is to end up elsewhere
than wherever you're lying flat
danger's to miss the right stop
but there's always
a left hop, to hop to
the next stop, for hope to
leave hope too

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