I Dream Of Being

A single moment
To decide
In ever-changing
A fight for consciousness
That does not end
At the traffic lights

If you want to feel alive
You must learn to be renewed
With every step
Every breath
And blink of the eye

There is no single moment
To decide
Or fall into the paved cracks
To join the sleepers
Who keep the city
Quiet and safe
In their attempt to hide from God

Waiting for the blow
Growing old
In the meantime
Here we go
In a room painted with eyes


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