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i recognize your face
but just another face is all you are
familiar junkies blurring away
merging in and out of lanes
all looking the same
you dont want to conform to this place
but youre doing all the same
watching and learning
from another tweaker on the train
trying to get your name
just another pricetag
another disgrace
lost your place
half gal of milk on your waist
dont you know
cant you tell youre losing the game
with pennies to your name
commuting to panhandle again
didnt you have a dream
maybe three?
that made you want to live
and be the greatest
that ever had your name?
but you gave into the destiny that the government paved
nodded out to your death on the back of the train
nobody knew your name
or saw your last breath
narcan could have saved your brain
now on a permanent trip
to the universe where you bleed
an eternity wandering
wondering
what was your name?