I am a wanderer in the city
confidence external, fear internal,
waiting for the signal to turn green
the restless wipers on my windscreen.
I scream when I see a man.
with a cigarette in my hand,
I am anxious to park my car
in the middle of the bazaar.
The sea of crowd, overwhelmed me
I am living same day again and again
I try to fill my void with beer glass,
I am Bourgeoisie with a class.
On the commercial over my head
Up – Half naked girl on the roof of the car.
Below – the new PM candidate smiles
there will more bumps in a while.
My cell cried, I shiver
the new opportunity
makes me confused, I feel sad.
here even the good news is Bad.