i walked slowly in the drowning rain
stepping in every puddle i saw
i felt too strange to even explain
as people stared at me in awe
i couldn't care less as i sang to myself
forgotten nursery rhymes
with my mind off somewhere on some shelf
where it goes sometimes

i ended up finding a playground
staring at wonderful things
it was there that i felt safe and sound
i wanted to fly on the swings
oh how i wanted to be really high
feel something if only for a moment
but people were never meant to fly
i looked away and on i went

walking in the middle of the road
i slowly sang 'ring around the rosey'
not hearing honks and yells that drivers bestowed
'a pocket full of posies'

as i broke into my own apartment
i passed a 'no pets allowed' sign
there had been a lot of time spent
sneaking in that cat of mine
i went in and sat beside her on the floor
and i stared at a blank t.v screen
knowing i would never be anything more
than a void yet living machine

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