Taxicab man, tell us where we’re going
The seats are breathing and skies towing
Away the clouds to reveal the stars
Exposing my pupils, the size of mars
Looking away in the comfort of shade
Each passerby catches those eyes
And I watch their evils trail slowly behind
They exit in forms of waves
Sticking from their backs as thoughts rave
About the end of days
Soon to come, and o what fun!
So thought this foolish vertebrate
The spine of time
Only breaks when the sunshine
Emits a rapture of rays
Into the streets I heard the sounds of the weak
Booming in the open as I struggled each step
I glanced behind, then lost my mind
For all masks of flesh had now shed
Those guised, pale faces
Lifted my skull from containment
I thanked them as I flew towards the sky
But as I reached the moon
The trip suddenly bloomed
And I questioned it without a “Why?”
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