Six Seconds of fresh Air

When I try to think of something nice
the world usually turns quiet.
The gold rush stops,
the streets are left empty
and with the competition abandoned
the backroom planning
takes a hold.
Yeah sometimes misery creeps the hallow
but I am used to sharing my happy thoughts by now.


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