Walkin my city with a pistol,,,,
Things look different, smell different. Peoples faces arent as familiar. Strange, do they know? I do, if they only, why are they so strange. He bumps me, its not the same. I am alerted but he should be, strange? The cash register opens, my heart pumps strange. Sounds are louder, lights flash brighter the walk seems much further than I remember. Is she staring, nah its just me. At night I cant make out the shadows, my vision is blurred, strange the third eye is shut. The hallway seems clear, no movement, too still. My reflection off the eleavators steel door, I pause, I am not the same, stops on the wrong floor,,
strange......
