Attached To Detachment
leaving here on a midnight run
my energy nervous for no reason
i think about the free breakfast that will probably be the nastiest thing i ever ate
i am walking the floor over the next set of plans
when the next day comes, my eyes are heavier than a working man's graveyard plans
yet and still a drive on inspired by the next anecdote and the next listening ear
arriving there on a midday monorail
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