a stale cigarette rest between my fingers
visions o of past lives and past concerts floating through my head
roger waters is singing blissful melodies
the lights are flashing and i'm reminded of a girl i used to know
the streets are lonesome tongiht
but i have a crew
and future aspirations
and a sense of belonging
tomorrow i will hike the great mt. nittany
and become one
with the land i so care to forget about.
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