Walking a foreign city street,
iPod keeping the flowing beat,
a perfect world, it is definitely not,
but this moment is a Elysian spot,
camera bag swinging on the left side,
nothing disrupting my gliding stride,
the hours past have been of shared smiles,
but behind are many solitary miles,
invitations, placations, social modifications,
none of these considerations,
DJ Shadow the rhythmic light,
a perfect world at midnight,
it is an ethereal place I long to be,
no one calling my name…this moment and me.
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