i was here first

So show that preoccupied, hurting hand
And steal thirty nine of forty winks



There’s no end, no solace
No light that breaks the dusk



And spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can’t be happening.



When busy streets, a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.

Hide and seek.Words and stolen dreams.All those moments.

They were here first.

I was here first.