Snapback

Took his left foot and placed it in front of his right
Hands in his pockets
Steps out into the night
Head down, eyes won’t meet
Following footsteps
Try to keep up
Stiff strides
Shuffle to the side
Tell an interesting story
Blur truth and lies
Socialise, find common traits
Hedge your bets and learn to wait
Wasted
«Are we just wasted?»
On waiting for anything to feel alive
We’re waiting
We’re waiting for it
We’re waiting
Whilst walking empty streets he feels at peace
Imagined purpose proposed inside
The walls of distraction
Compose the mind
These routes are no longer free from thought
Memories daubed on every wall
Everything is different
Everything can be changed
Architecture of Saints remains
Nothing, will make him feel the same again
He’s writing books
No-one will ever read
Singing songs
No-one will ever need
We’re waiting
We’re waiting for it
We’re waiting