a log book of my journey to the stratosphere.

How Would I Know

Walked about three miles,
From the place I left,
Left after a long half-minute,

Waiting for a lot more.
Chased the signs somehow,
Somewhere else too far
Seasoned with sweat, the salt and the earth
Beneath in my mouth.

How would I know,
How would I know,
How would I know,
If I am standing at the crossroads now

It’s a twisted world where,
You get what you never sought after
The things you did, the fate that played,
It all never mattered, Cos’

How would you know,
How would you know,
How would you know,
That destiny would ever even care.

Like that bittersweet,
Moment of reaching the
Empty park that you never wanted to,
Watching pretty little girls,
Floating fragile bubbles in the air
And those tiny shoes
That tiny stones that topple them
My parched friend, Am I upsetting you?
Sometimes you’ve arrived and you never know
Somewhere the whole three miles you’ve recognized…

How would I know,
How would I know,
How would I know,
What kind of shit I go through
How would I know, (How would I know)
How would I know, (How would I know)
How would I know…

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