In city that shrinks and circles go too interconnected
swells so much that people find it hard
to meet the right people
some boys try their luck and some
just got fucked.
Proposing A fucked B and B fucked C
ergo, A fucked C by default.
simple math, complicated food chain
untangled physics, complicated happiness
music is just black and white with rhythms
But some must stay home
to write poetry, discuss history, dance
and maybe make some weary waiting too
but they do not give up, they simply wait
and get laid
and get wrong scores too.
When roads finally turn and lead back and
wanderers managed to get home with both two hands
left inked, right free and scarred
they are no longer the boys who once
said wait and I will return to you.
So who's A who fucked C by default?
When will B stop banging around?
and who the hell told C to quit looking around?
I show not your face
but your heart's desire.
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