Life looks magical because you’re alive.
It looks like busses all day long and
walking all night long.
No matter where you go,
the time stays ticking by.
It’s always loud, and always feels like
Wherever you go, it always smells.
From sewers to the bad people you flare your nose at.
You look at someone thinking they’re going somewhere in life,
but the next day you see them on Arlington, walking by.