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My radio antenna
constantly transmit
Greetings and co-ordinates
(Distress calls)
No message in the return
It’s always dead and quiet
Lonely nights on lonely peaks
Staring at the sky
I was never good with people.
(I cant) read the signs
(Don’t) seem to have the proper tools
Hide inside
In your weakened state
you hope to find
resolve
and slowly to evolve
You move and learn
You bump
You bruise
You yearn
For every turn
To lead you to some other place tonight
Walking out the front door
I could not resist
the comfort of the empty streets
Where the lights are out
Looking for discrepancies
Strange lights in the sky.
A disturbance on the radio.
Shadows by the roadside.
On a planet such as this one I turn to a cold and silent space for any sign of life
What does this say about me?
Hide inside
In your weakened state
You hope to find
Resolve
And slowly to evolve
You move and learn
You bump
You bruise
You yearn
For every turn
To lead
You
To some other place tonight
