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The sweet, sweet lights dim
over my part of the city
and my thoughts and I
are finally alone again
I wander far off course
out of the room
away from my very existence
I can't find myself in this city
everywhere I look are money hungry
powerful men and women in suits and ties
buttoned up to the very
top of their forgetful minds
forgetting they could ever
sing, write and dance
for fear they would be different
I am standing alone next to my darkened street lamp
I have wavered
in my path to self-sufficiency
I have taken off my suit
taken off my tie
and now stand boldly naked
in front of the rest of the working class stiffs
as they move towards their box
and I move towards my destiny.