Unuseful

Comme pour la plupart des choses que je mettrai ici, ceci est un texte personnel.

Runnin’ trough the streets
Feelin’ every single beat
Of these screaming crowds
Who kill my thought

Walkin’ as if it hurt
Round and round the clock
Counting down to end
Of what they tried to build

Stuck on a number
I saw myself in water
As an ephemeral whisper
Who’d only touch flowers

Blown on a brick wall
With nothing but my wings
To answer the sun call
Hopelessly, a light in the night.