Slips of time, Stolen by, The frustrating cry of empty space. Just 3 words, just 3 breaks, The clock ticks by, I see your face. Skin for every pocketed minute, A strand of hair for each delayed train, A minute here, A minute there, An hour lost in anywhere. Slips of time, Stolen by, A friend from a better place. You're with me always in places I refuse to see, Teaching me to tune a better melody.
Abondened on the busy streets of New York. So many people, yet feeling so alone. Everyone in such a hurry, each to someplace different. They promised me a world where dreams become reality. With my luggage in one hand and dollar bills in the other, I gather all the courage and take a step into this new world.
Hello to you, and you and you, what can I do today I see what you want, it's ghastly and gaunt, and I think you should just go away What do you mean, you think that it's keen; it's awful and I can't abide I think you should hurry, and please, please scurry, get out, your want is denied We all have our views and yours made me choose, to ask you to leave me alone I know you meant well, but I bid you farewell to move on to a better unknown
Brian Hill - 2019 # 219
Another attempt as this format. I like it because you can have fun with ideas, emotions and even beliefs...