the people float by me and all i see are colors, colors, colors.
they're shirts and pants and shoes and hair but certainly not people.
not anymore.
life's a game of destination and all i want is to get lost.
instead, i'll go to school. teach a new dog old tricks,
a game of cat and mouse and bloodred pens.
i'm a dress and flip flops and pony tail,
but i'm certainly not a person.
not here. not anymore.
i'm a floating color that's part of the haze,
and i'm passing you by before you'll ever get to know me.
how can someone change your life when you're not living one at all?
get lost.
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