Titles are misguiding, stories are misleading..
When I can see lot of people walking alongsides..
When I can see hundreds of spotlights beaming..
I knelt down, to tangle my shoe lace..
With a old song setting up the mood..
I took a moment, looked behind..
Journey looked beautiful, with flowers all over..
A passerby overlooked, I could sense the fear..
Fear of the virtual world that makes man, a machine..
Fear of losing those moments that made me walk..
I took a leap, flying away, to the reality..
Walking alone, Running thoughts, and a old tune..
When I can see lot of people walking alongsides..
When I can see hundreds of spotlights beaming..
I knelt down, to tangle my shoe lace..
With a old song setting up the mood..
I took a moment, looked behind..
Journey looked beautiful, with flowers all over..
A passerby overlooked, I could sense the fear..
Fear of the virtual world that makes man, a machine..
Fear of losing those moments that made me walk..
I took a leap, flying away, to the reality..
Walking alone, Running thoughts, and a old tune..
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