Human tetris… activate!
Do you hear the people sing?
Swinging like monkeys
in a boxed rainforest
the jungle calls loudly
ghostly footprints
taste like rain.
Twisting, turning, jerking
weaving the web of suburbia
even though you don’t know
you know
no worries, mate
the commuters trolley of blind faith
fly down highways
while I am suspended like a marionette
dreaming of growing wings
the charismatic eagle Always
one day will cut loose the strings
Do you hear the people sing?
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