My feet are burning in the sun
While a cold breeze swims
Around my head
Never more alive
And in between
My gathering body sits
A shade in shade
At one of death's bus-stops
Far out in the hills I suppose
Where it rushes past me
Forgetting to stop again and again
I heard someone say
He didn't want to be here anymore
He thought his life a shame
To be relieved of by some peace
And he was right
But it's not that simple quite
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