Eighth Floor

I’m not trying to be someone I’m not but

am I the only one who’s thinking about this?

No one else seemed to notice

the way the room changes colors

from left to right.

I wonder if it’s too much sometimes,

but then again,

my mind has always run on overdrive and it’s not about to stop now.

I never thought I’d want to call this city home until I realized that

I can’t.

This city is not my home–

I get to come and go as I please,

always have;

never given it a thought before but now I can’t stop,

I can’t stop,

I can’t stop.

When I thought this place was mine,

I never thought it was beautiful.

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