Chestnuts

Do you buy the roasted chestnuts at the Sunday marketplace?
Have you seen that crazy lady who throws rubbish in your face?
Have you drunk that strange kombucha from those yellow plastic cups?
Have you danced beneath the awning when the sudden rain erupts?
Have you danced beneath the awning when the sudden rain erupts?

Do you smell the distant roses with the city’s diesel haze?
Would you trade a coin for laughter, or a secret for a taste?
Have you heard the chestnuts cracking in a smoking roasting pan?
Do you know that nothing ever goes according to a plan?
Do you know that nothing ever goes according to a plan?

Do you watch the street guitarist lost in some forgotten phase?
Do you feel the world go crazy in that noisy, crowded place?
Is there feeling in your stomach when the plan goes off the tracks?
Will we meet again tomorrow — is it maybe, or perhaps?
Will we meet again tomorrow — is it maybe, or perhaps?

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