Sitting in the passenger seat
Dancing with my shuffling feet
As reckless as our driver’s mind
I tremble as I try to find
Things I chose to somehow keep
In the city lights and gutters
In streets I sometimes try to sweep
I breathe air-conditioned chatters
Passing through torn houses
Hearing crackling voices
I hear falling teardrops
In counting my own choices
They ripple with time
Stirring these rhymes
A photograph in water
Bought with mental dime
And I fade slowly,
Slowly,
Slowly
As I walk and die
Slowly,
Slowly,
Slowly,
I walk and I die.
