STRANGE



The feet are walking clumsy
strange that eyes see everything foggy..
wind blows by my ear,
sound is blur

the eye number three is all i got
feeling tired from the fights i fought..
but it is not over yet,
more strength is all i want,
and strange that's what i always get.

strange that i got no wings to fly
still i don't touch the grounds,

strange that the road is so straight
and even strange that
we live our lives round and round..


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