Where jazz is playing endlessly
Where you, you, you and you accompany me
On this ride
The beautiful cacophony of the call to prayers
The bells of Venice in the wintry air
Where it does not matter that god has died
Yet we still wish he were there
As a reason for the random patterns
Of everyday existence
To watch to listen and empathise
I looked deep into the lies
You, you, you and you told me
And realise that it is I who was
The eternal enemy of my own well being
Let us go
Let us get on with this journey
Back on the train……
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