OverFlow
by me(whatever)
to School Food Punishment- Futuristic Imagination
What message are you trying to convey?
SOS from a casket of glass.
the day is ending without a sound,
flowing under the bridge lanterns.
tomorrow I might disappear,
I disappeared yesterday.
Whose to say where the river will lead?
Resistance is futile.
You're running again, see, look,
over there in the anti-gravity clouds
do you see a picture of yourself?
before the bus comes around the corner.
No one spares a glance,
the glass shatters orange in the dusk.
To feel your breath,
the bubbles rise.
There was no such thing,
as the mistake that once existed.
Before the dreams overflowed,
this empty city
kept changing.
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