beyondMC,
Literary: Seat
Endless people
On the streets
Not one of them
Is on their seat
For everyday
I sit right here
With no one to watch
Or lend an ear
They seem to walk
And run and skip
But no one wants
To get a grip
I asked the world
For someone to hold
Someone to take away this sadness
That makes everything cold
So what a beautiful thing
It would be to see
A world where everything
Is meant to be
Endless people
On the streets
And one of them
Is finally on my seat
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