life
its kinda like
being on a treadmill
running and running
speeding and slowing
but essentially
getting nowhere
stop and stare
like a stowaway
go away
throw away
your numbers
accidental
but on purpose
if only-------------- it was known before
twenty four,
I been here before
stowaway
on buses at night
looking at the neon lights
watching the jews with tall hats
long coats all black
altogether
dreaming of forever
of zion,
in the distance the lion
roars,
pause
the greek music plays
it takes me to another place
but where.....
but where.....
but where...
