Us
Roadwork noises by my window
Fertilize with stones my thoughts
I got used to live in limbo
In the realm of bookish gods
So I’m punished with the sounds
And delighted when it’s quiet
They are setting the new grounds
About which I’m unreliant
And I dash into the river
Of the constant change but no
It’s the same, cause I’m forgiven
Playing games we used to know
You are laughing at my knowledge
We are sharing loving fun
And behind your back the foliage
Casts a shade across the sun
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