I don't want to be here
fuck
I don't want to be here or here
I miss London
the city streets
walking poetry
the pace
the smell
the feel
the freedom
the nature
the gardens
the life
my life
the life in my veins
the pressure
the speed
the pulse
no one is hearing what I'm hearing
I am alone
but that's ok
i'm ok
i'm i'm i'm
fine
someplace new
never before
never again
in space
Unsettled
Unsure
I don't think
I'm pretty sure
what I want
what I really truly want can not be achieved here
but on the same hand
something I have to do
a part of me that screams
won't sing any place else
so I am stuck
in this clay
not really trapped
not really floating
just wading through substance
if only you could hear what i hear
if only I wasn't here
new york's not happening for a while
THAT isn't happening for a while
(that that that) all that
it's unsettling
i'm i'm i'm
unsettled
i'm i'm i'm
violins
i'm i'm i'm
piano keys
i'm i'm i'm
a banjo alone in a room
i'm i'm i'm
bloody knees
i'm i'm i'm
disturbed
i'm i'm i'm
cut up
i'm i'm i'm
choking
i'm i'm i'm
drowning
i'm i'm i'm
not giving up
i'll stab you first
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