Shrouded with the fog of early morning
Another passer-by on his procured journey
Left with soil in his shoes and soot in his pockets
Checks his pocket watch and heeds the signs to his direction
Left his clues to some longed detective's inspection
"She will mend his heart with some familiar song"
Is the familiar thought.
As he stays ace in his pace and hurries through the deserted streets
Left levitating in his lingering mind of moments once passed and those that escape him
"Will she know me by name or by chance"
"Shall I be the one to imagine this dance?"
"Cast my stones to this violent sea, see which skips and which sinks?"
His thoughts tangled in the lines of his suit as his jacket whips in the winds
....And drifts him out to space
"Another day, not this one."
"But whose to count on chance and let another pass..."
Distant future is a dark one
Blinding and far
"I knew her in the dim light"
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