Nothing New


another dollar fifty another ride on the bus the seat left alone 
is still warm the person next to me talks to me as if he knows me 
but that's ok i don't mind i look out the window while he talks 
on i do the usual try to figure out what these people do. 
in their own solitude some seem so plain some seem so lonesome 
lost depressed and true it's all inside of you. 
wandering and waiting all your life for something new to change you 
but it all seems to turn in circles nothing's new finding 
and learning all you need is something to guide you nothings 
stimulates no inspiration


 

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