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San Francisco

(or, Dilemna)

mindless, tired faces
too busy to notice
too burnt to care
pass with no eyes, no soul

this is the city
i could only dream as a child
to look out for –
to save myself from

now i wonder
how much to blend
how much to lend
my spirit –

how much is enough
to take before i leave
or to give
while i stay

and the trains blow by…

the music plays
chanting, on the edge of forever
spirits echo chasing dreams –
and i watch:

 

do i stay still? or run?

 

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