Coming out from the tube station, walking towards the crowd, feeling like a small fish in a big pond, swimming across the lonely souls.
The more people you meet, the more lonely you are.
Getting down the stairs, to the basement of the heart. You begin to wonder, how she feels and how she thinks.
Like a soulful briefcase, waiting for the light across the road to turn green.
Rows of coffee shops, brewing the closing eyelids. Standing by the counter, reminds you of the virtual coffee breaks, which you drank over the words on the instant messaging space.
Call me insane, finding words and emotions amidst the numbers and pie charts. That's exactly how it is. You need the night to see the moon, and touch the cold to feel the warmth.
There ain't a dream that built on a pile of cash and coins. Cause a dream is like your sweetheart that sweeps off your feet.
Are you brave enough to kiss your dreams?
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