in the morning there are bikers theyre riding over bridges they knock me off in the morning i plunge into cold water its november and its dark out the kids don’t spend their time in this park anymore like they did when it was warmer i did when i was warmer as well it’s getting late and I’ve got classes early in the morning i still can’t sleep i belong in deserts or maybe the forest or just in isolation this year is shaping up like every other time passes right by me i don’t write poems in buses at all i don’t write much in notebooks anymore i haven’t felt much of anything at allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.