White Noise

You’re on a train that will take you far away
From what you know and who you are
Who are you; what do you know
The dream you never had
A memory you never created

Nature calls but is often lost
No reception
Only white noise reaches your ears
Talk don’t listen; without listening don’t talk

Okay
Okay
Always
Okay
Nothing is always
But it can be okay
Our infinities are small





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