Packing bags, closing doors
Letting the music begin to play
Driving along the open road
Windows down, humming melodies
Destination reached, bag unloaded
Melon juice with mint refreshes
As the sun beats down on the web like streets
Tall buildings, a throng of people
But nowhere can be found
The one face I long for in a city of strangers
Bare feet in bare corridors
Softly thudding on carpet floors
Echoes of doors closing
Cool, crisp linen sheets folding
A crowd of people, of things to do and see
Yet it feels like a prison without you next to me
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