I’m walking barefoot in a place
But I don’t know where it is
There are lots of people
But I don’t know them all
They’re staring at me
Full of questions and wonder
I’m a stranger to everybody
I don’t even know why I’m there
I keep my pace
While I read their face
They’re all new to my eyes
And I can’t say that they’re nice
I ran as fast as I can
Until I feel the heat of the sun
But I can’t see no one
It’s just every thing is gone
But then I hear footsteps
I can feel someone’s breath
I can hear voices
And strange noises
Metals screeching, banging
Water boiling, flowing
Old women laughing
But I can see nothing
Hey! Do you think it’s just my dream?
Do you think I made sense?
Do you think it can actually happen?
Well, it’s just my crazy imagination once again…
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