9.27 AM

I saw a man playing with his son across the street
His eyes glistened in agony and in sincerity
I walked past their morning roulette, and I swear
I could feel my head slowly floating, and my feet
Dangling inches above the ground.

I saw a man playing with his son across the street
His eyes dimmed in sadness and anger
I walked past their morning view, and I swear
I could feel rain slowly falling on my shoulder, and my body
Slowly drowning into their ground.

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