this is a mad time
in a mad world
you breathe in glass air
through lungs craving for
another moment under
mad morning stars
addicted to walls
to those short instances where
the definition of living seems
wrapped up in grey, thick canvas
transparent no longer
this mad city embraces
steel comfort & concrete peace
remember these mad times
remember these mad times
remember these mad times
because they sure won't last
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