Constructions showing me where to go. Pointing me what way I'm supposed to walk to work and back home. Lining my road, giving me silent directions.
I'm sure this was'nt here last week when I walked by this building. Terrible how quickly things change. How fast everything grows. Becomes old and eventually dies. Goes away like nothing ever was there. Is forgotten. Were there wooden houses here before? I'm sure those houses were stupid and deserved to be demolished in those minds where these kind of things are decided.
Dancing my way over the bridge, past the graffiti and to my class. Made people sweat and almost sleep. Gave them sticks.
I'm sure all the people in my dance class would appreciate this song of I some day would choose it to my class...
