six in the evening is that time
of the day when the earth will
stop still and all thats living and
unliving will fly away in to the space
there's something dark about six
in the evening, like
this world can't make up
it's mind where to go next
hesitation looms ahead
and only the will of millions
to live makes the world turn around
like that man who goes to
the office every day deciding its
his last day enslaved but
wakes up the next morning and
makes the same decision while
standing with hundreds on a
cylinder of metal which roars
under the ground like its searching
for shamballa for eternity
what would happen when
that man loses his will and
the cylinder of metal loses
its way in the hollow earth
i know for sure that
this will happen when
the man is coming back home
on the train weary at
six in the evening.
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