The Arrival

On a couch at the side of a road

It isn't mine, it isn't mine

A man is sweeping the grass with a broom

The rain pouring down, he has no sense of the time

I turn to fluff a pillow

A very erratic creature says never quit

As I pull a stray thread

The entire world unravels, the world unravels with it

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Nothing is what it seems

No one listens just keep pretending

So focused on one thing

Everything else disappears

Awoken by a peculiar sting

I've never felt so incredibly clear

I follow a crack in the street

The destination, it ends at a stop sign

Across the street a child builds a figure

Whilst her peers hide they'll throw it in the grime

I say goodbye to a spider

Then I am hit, hit by a car

When the world makes any sense

How terribly boring will that be

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I stand still where to next

I have no clue and that's my best guess

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