Across the road,
beyond the glass panes,
there is nothing,
nobody waiting.
Wake up, wash your face,
look in the mirror.
Search for the remains of dream,
crusted on your eyelashes.
Swim up, swim up
come to the surface of water.
Lungs may not hold up a second more.
Its sunshine, bask in it.
Across the road,
beyond the glass panes,
music plays, coffee is brewing.
You're not alone.
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