It hasn’t been the same

It hasn’t been the same

Since I heard that woman scream

She was sitting close enough

That I knew it was no dream

That closed in feeling

It will not go away

Being in that tin can

Makes my nerves a-fray

I don’t know what will change

And if it will, when

Grounded, therefore, I remain

And not in a tubular pen

I can go from here to there

And places in between

But for now in faraway foreign lands

I will not be seen

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