Alleys

Between the roads

Where no-one goes

Those forgotten places

Full of societies detritus

 

They are the spaces inbetween

The holes inside our perfect lives

The path that shows the lies

The facade that is behind

 

Alleys, there is a truth

We walk behind the clean main stream

And see how dirty it is we really live

Behind our waking dream

The End

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