Sometimes I feel like
My insides are flooding
Threatening to spill out
And clog glutters in the street
With all my unsatisfied ambition
Sometimes I want to drown
In a soup of grey water
To just forget it all
And become one with the tunnels,
Streets, and people of the city
Their shoes tracking dirt
From one train station to the next
Let the rain water drain it all
Cleanse it all
The grief and the dissatisfaction
The mundanity and the boredom
Of the occassional commute
Let the flood take me
Take us
To a train station that hasn't been built yet
On tracks that don't yet exist
Far, far away
In the meadows
Where the soil can finally soak up
All the grey unwanted rain
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