Some left over words from another post and borrowed words not exactly put to music.
The streetlamp a smudge.
Steps behind you muffled. Stop. When you stop.
The roots that clutch. Do they follow?
Who is the figure in the window, watching?
Nerves are bad tonight, yes bad.
Just the street and the fog that dissolves and distorts.
A rumble of traffic on the street beyond.
A dog barks.
Is this my street? The curb has vanished.
Am I home?
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