I am not a number
Nor part of a figure
Although we pay equally
The same rate.
We all walk
With the same shirt
No hurry
To look where you step.
Time is not worth it
But memories are worth it
Seconds are not counted
Stories are told.
Patience is what is harvested
My calendar has no date
I am not alone
I walk with my five senses.
Here silence becomes sound.
Everything bad that I dreamed I touched it
But it's so dark
That I don't know fear.
I feel what I feel
That's why I have a feeling
That inside the circuit
I have little time left
On the next train
I'll get on.
Prepare me dinner
I'll be back soon.

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