you know
when your standing waiting to cross the road
at 5.30 and the sun is going down
And the city is alive
And your head is buzzing because your
Anti-depressants are wearing off


and your gaze locks in one location and
You are one with
The people
and the buildings around you

and your eyes glaze over
To a soft vision of the cyclists riding past


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