all the hateful conversations

I'm off to the ride
when the buzzing lights are winking on dark highways
That's a curious case
what you find in your brain at midnight
I'm all perfect and calm
Cause, you know, these days I'm a regular one
on the empty highways

This is all just a dream,
so I'm racing  here lately

Not an explorer for extreme,
but for accident - maybe.

I'm not talking to people
I just look at them living their lives while I'm passing by.
What an illegible line,
of the nice fitting image that they spread around.
I'm not fluent with sounds
of them speaking kindly,
obeying all the fresh regulations,

But those hateful conversations

are sincere and accurate more
than that tasteless lip syncing.
 
I'm not bothered with world anymore
No, it's not what I'm thinking


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