The room was lit
By music on your phone
Or maybe an iPad
Toys thrown about
Voices through walls of people
I’d never properly meet.
How was it I’d be allowed
The code to the door,
Daily trips as a bus driver
And alarm clock with a tongue
Yet never given a chance
To prove worth as one
With authority and ability
To do more?
Maybe the shame
They’d remember my name
Or it gets caught in your throat
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 4:10 PM UTC
The room was lit
By music on your phone
Or maybe an iPad
Toys thrown about
Voices through walls of people
I’d never properly meet.
How was it I’d be allowed
The code to the door,
Daily trips as a bus driver
And alarm clock with a tongue
Yet never given a chance
To prove worth as one
With authority and ability
To do more?
Maybe the shame
They’d remember my name
Or it gets caught in your throat