A million little curiosities
they pitter-patter along
day by night by foot
So many tragic stories
and strange endings
Can I watch them?
How can I not?
their busy feet slapping
the pavement so steadily
Like a happy toy drum
Look at a million boredoms
ready, grabby ********
Do I want to watch them?
Why would I?
It's a sorry dance to see
watching them scurry
A few of them know it
as they curl into bed
New dreams stab their brain
but where is room for dreams?
No, you silly fools
you're almost late for work
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 12:38 AM UTC
A million little curiosities
they pitter-patter along
day by night by foot
So many tragic stories
and strange endings
Can I watch them?
How can I not?
their busy feet slapping
the pavement so steadily
Like a happy toy drum
Look at a million boredoms
ready, grabby ********
Do I want to watch them?
Why would I?
It's a sorry dance to see
watching them scurry
A few of them know it
as they curl into bed
New dreams stab their brain
but where is room for dreams?
No, you silly fools
you're almost late for work