An employment scheme
in a lucid dream,
you work
yourself
to sleep;
hold close to the fortunes
you keep.

And all you can think
is to have a drink,
to solve
the patterns
of the day,
and to feel a little
less afraid.

And the busker pleads
upon bended knee,
to validate
his melody;
coursing from the source
to the sea.

Without a band to fill
out his sound,
he wastes
in the frame
of the doorway;
before the pills come to
take him away.

There's a better you
and an ocean view,
if you live with the intention
to love.
If you great me like a friend,
well then you'll never
have to pretend.

There's a better you
and an ocean view,
if you take exception to your
stolen life.
If you greet it like a friend,
well then you'll never
have to pretend.