htoj
The market was filled with heads. Everywhere I turned I saw another head. Another face. Another person. Another me. There were dreams, hopes, doubts, pains, worries, memories in that head...
So many heads...
Galloping, galloping, galloping.
Above and through, from me to you.
These horses we see are like you and me.
Galloping, galloping, galloping.
Above and through.
Galloping, galloping, galloping.
Above and through, from me to you.
These horses we see are like me and you.
Galloping, galloping, galloping.
Above and through.
Everybody on Happy Lane wore a hat. Everyone with a different color and different shape. But one man in the crowd dared to be without one. No one knew who he was.
As the world tilted on its axis for its final time, I started to move towards the sunlight. It was the last light I ever saw.
I watched a mother ride her child in a stroller today. It was nice and sunny in the park. When I saw them, I had made a note to myself at how beautiful they were. But when I looked for them again, all I found was the stroller.