Sometimes I don’t notice the world.
Maybe that’s a good thing – sometimes its nice to be far away from reality.
i stand at the bank and i’m far away from there.
i stand at the check out and I’m far away from there.
i stand and stare at the sun and I’m far away from here.
i wake up and go to work and I’m far away from here.
I go home and I watch the people here, and I’m far away from here.
i go into the city and I talk to the people and I’m far away from them.
Things are not so obvious sometimes, like me understanding how or why things tend to be
the way they are.