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Wet streets make the sounds.
The sounds that signify a change.
The puddles contain a reflection.
The hard times are under the surface
But what is above is all that's seen.
Digging deeper reveals the lie for what it is
Dirty water, stained with dirt and oil, and grit.
Dirty feelings
Plagued with the lines that have been force fed.
Best friends with the bottle
Best friends with the pills
Best friends with anything that alters the perception of it all.
No concept of time
Altered view of reality
Placed in the ditch
But the ladder is a tease.
The park bench beckons
Sit? Stay?
Let it all pass by.
Life's a blur.
The rain is hitting that puddle.
The reflection gets distorted
But the bottom is still invisible
And the dirt isn't going anywhere.
The sounds that signify a change.
The puddles contain a reflection.
The hard times are under the surface
But what is above is all that's seen.
Digging deeper reveals the lie for what it is
Dirty water, stained with dirt and oil, and grit.
Dirty feelings
Plagued with the lines that have been force fed.
Best friends with the bottle
Best friends with the pills
Best friends with anything that alters the perception of it all.
No concept of time
Altered view of reality
Placed in the ditch
But the ladder is a tease.
The park bench beckons
Sit? Stay?
Let it all pass by.
Life's a blur.
The rain is hitting that puddle.
The reflection gets distorted
But the bottom is still invisible
And the dirt isn't going anywhere.