The old man who Quietly observed the 5am commuters Demanded no reciprocation And the few who knew him Grew accustomed to his presence As their wallets thickened And their backpacks were exchanged for briefcases,
The old man who Quietly observed the 5am commuters Saw the few who knew him Slowly lose their curiosity And their youthful naivety To the noiseless bureaucracy That stains those jobs That demand a 5am commute,
The old man Quietly observed the 5am commuters Until one day he didn’t And the few who knew him No longer took the 5am train In the paper lives they’d shaped And quickly forgot the old man,
How sad, that none of their cases could find the space To hold the soul of the gentleman.
I used to have this dream There was a huge house in the forest It was night, but well lit I had been ***** and then The man who ***** me took me apart Limb by limb and piece by piece No blood And packed me in a briefcase And walked out with the briefcase