There was the elderly couple who rummaged in bins
The pink tracksuit lady with her poodle
The gay dude in summer shorts and aviator sunnies
And like a massive wave of neurons firing in
I was shivering from the thought of possible victory
Couldn't control my quivering lips
The thin line between success and failure
Between yes and no
Between you and I
And in the far distance was a blurred horizon
Unseen to all in their foolish daydreams
I want nothing but to draw closer
And see the black and white that separates our superficial veils.
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