once upon a time

REALTIME

REAL TIME

This is just another night.
Glue cans are in use
In real-time.
Stars and clouds drifting about.
Years end, no answer to real-time.
Only drink and drugs make sense.

T.V on mute, street music on loud.
Simply another night, at years end.
Let's hang out, and drift about.
No questions asked, no answers to give.
This is real-time in every City.



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