Far away, I hear the sounds
a stampede of footsteps
rushing off into another phase
One day lost, another one to be
Hoping for a world of eternity
caring for the things everyone's dropped
aging into oblivion, hardening into rock
one job, two job, three job, and four
plus several more
pitiful memories
and a future that's bleak
feeling sorry and needing mercy
A prisoner, a slave, and nothing more
forced to endure this timing cold
made to bicker, chosen to be
just another old thing
Missing it, that very it
to make a home, a nest, an adobe hut
impulsive, yes, but shallow, no
scarred by time, yes, biased, no
Conceited, prideful, and not careful
loud, very proud, without a doubt
candid, poetic, confused, a liar
pathological, cunning, deceiving, evil
anything bile, nothing close to angelic
a drug, a drug, and some luck
To pull this day into a better day
even though the odds are in
very many odds, oh yes, so many odds
made to ponder, made to doubt or flounder
with a tiny pill, capsuled with orange and yellow
forced to swallow, forced to appreciate
At least, I said how I feel