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i'm standing at a cross road, freezing.
it's colder than a well digger's ass out here.
(ha, dad used to say that.)
i'm standing here without any intention to move.
'cause a step becomes a commitment.
a commitment becomes a shackle.
the shackle clenches my throat before it ever even appears.
i cough.
the steam rolls from my cracked lips into the stagnant air to disappear, typical.
this whole city smells, wrecks really.
i never noticed it before, before today that is.
i pause a lot.
i know.
i never seem to finish a thought without rewording it, or trying to.
i am afraid of commitment.
it never used to be like that.
now the world scares me.
so I stand here at this concrete corner waiting for just any car to cruise by.
'cause for those few seconds I don't have to think about stepping into the road.
you can't step into traffic.
or can you?
it's colder than a well digger's ass out here.
(ha, dad used to say that.)
i'm standing here without any intention to move.
'cause a step becomes a commitment.
a commitment becomes a shackle.
the shackle clenches my throat before it ever even appears.
i cough.
the steam rolls from my cracked lips into the stagnant air to disappear, typical.
this whole city smells, wrecks really.
i never noticed it before, before today that is.
i pause a lot.
i know.
i never seem to finish a thought without rewording it, or trying to.
i am afraid of commitment.
it never used to be like that.
now the world scares me.
so I stand here at this concrete corner waiting for just any car to cruise by.
'cause for those few seconds I don't have to think about stepping into the road.
you can't step into traffic.
or can you?