A narrow road, a neon light
A lonely wind that pass me by
I close my eyes another time
I think I’ve seen enough.
A little pigeon with a broken wing
I so want to but I cannot sing
Is all this what it seems to be
Or is it just a bluff?
And now I’m happy ‘cause I cannot see
What it is. What it’s meant to be.
You’ll never know what this means to me.
A disaster or beauty.
Colours with no transparency
Are not so bad as you can see
A self-proclaimed mystery
Unfolds in front of me.
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