I let liquid dreams slip through my fingers,
Watch them swim lazily towards the drain
I shift my eyes when the station arrives,
But there are only ghosts in this train
They are restless and eager,
They stand by the door
But you won’t be able to see them
Lest you look down at the floor
They have nothing but shadows,
They would sell them if they could
You treat them with contempt,
And deep down you know that you should
So you let the coins slip through your fingers,
You rise above the ground
Words of gratitude come floating in the air
You rise higher, but you hate the sound


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