Listen Liu, you don't speak for everyone
I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that we didn't hurt the Tibetans' feelings.
Growing lonely in the damp dark
Walk slowly on soaked slate concrete
Cool wind rustles the leaves
My whistle carries down empty paths
Haunted with mailboxes and garbage cans
Wondering why we live here at all
Strangers pass in the glare of headlamps
Animals with shelters drug up from the earth
Gliding dazed through moribund lives
Never looking down at the small stones
Scarred of the empty streets
My pocket shakes and rings
Kicking rocks into dull culverts
Wishing it was warmer
Talking about the sky
And I am walking home
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I made this into a song and recorded it right after I wrote it, no prep. Thought it might be fun.
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