Things are strange, life is strange

I hear a saxophone play as I walk my dog

The harmonica gets loud as I continue

My journey undecided yet Charlie looks at me for guidance

Where are we going?

What are we doing? He asked me and I ask myself

What’s happening, where are we going buddy?

We stroll down cruises street and see the empty shops, the boarded up windows of stores I used to visit

Where did it all go?

The time

The fun

The spontanaety

Walking along, people in masks

People are sheltered



Society let’s have you back

Let’s give it a go

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