I'll careen into traffic and no one will see except the shadows that lurk beyond the wall of the mist. The shadows that hide just beyond my vision.
Is it dew or is it tears? Is this mist in my mind?
Perception and reality coincide.
I ride a bike. And I sit my feet up on the bar and let it take me through the cloud
No ones around. No one was ever around
I struggle to understand but I can't understand what I don't see
And whispers whisper to me not to take it seriously
And mulberry trees hide, satisfied
Luminated by the light of fireflies.
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