I’m standing at the bus stop the schedule taped inside a cloudy plastic frame my breath fogging quiet on the street except for a loose paper cup rolling no car, no care no tires against the concrete no one moving faster than their own feet only the rhythm of steps and the sound of your own lungs reminding you to quit smoking reminding that you can still get somewhere as long as the ground agrees start walking lines tracing streets like veins talking to pass time arguing with myself about sneakers and lacing techniques finding humor in the zero drop no car, no care no tires against the concrete no one moving faster than their own feet only the rhythm of steps and the sound of your own lungs reminding you to quit smoking reminding that you can still get somewhere as long as the ground agrees you can still get somewhere as long as the ground agrees *Lyrics from SED NO1*
