Interlude with desperation
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Alarm goes off, hit the snooze, hit it again
Stumble out of bed, wash, dry, dress, pop some pills
I eat on the go, I'm late, I dash to the car
The commute, stuck in traffic, listen to the news, war everywhere, politicians lie
The daily grind, living for someone else.
Dress code, service code, error code
Answering phones, serving, waiting, talking, selling, buying
Meetings, decisions, budgets, lunchtime interactions, earning a paycheck
Who are these people around me?
More commute, traffic, horns, sirens, more news,
Plunging stock market, layoffs, scandals
Finger pointing across the globe as thousands die
And I listen to it in my glass and metal cage
Planning my next vacation.
The evening comes, the part of the day that belongs to me
Look to the sky and wonder about God
Look inside and wonder about me
How do I spend my time? What do I do?
Work out, play hard, see friends, do projects
Fix things, extra work, family, errands, dinner, reading
Take out the trash, put in the laundry, empty the dishwasher and load it again.
Later, the seeds of fatigue crawl through my head
Finally, every night, exhausted
A little death. What tomorrow?
Stumble out of bed, wash, dry, dress, pop some pills
I eat on the go, I'm late, I dash to the car
The commute, stuck in traffic, listen to the news, war everywhere, politicians lie
The daily grind, living for someone else.
Dress code, service code, error code
Answering phones, serving, waiting, talking, selling, buying
Meetings, decisions, budgets, lunchtime interactions, earning a paycheck
Who are these people around me?
More commute, traffic, horns, sirens, more news,
Plunging stock market, layoffs, scandals
Finger pointing across the globe as thousands die
And I listen to it in my glass and metal cage
Planning my next vacation.
The evening comes, the part of the day that belongs to me
Look to the sky and wonder about God
Look inside and wonder about me
How do I spend my time? What do I do?
Work out, play hard, see friends, do projects
Fix things, extra work, family, errands, dinner, reading
Take out the trash, put in the laundry, empty the dishwasher and load it again.
Later, the seeds of fatigue crawl through my head
Finally, every night, exhausted
A little death. What tomorrow?
posted by Burton at 11:42 PM
2 Comments:
Holy sweet jesus, man. That was brilliant! How could you hide this poetic genius from me.
Damn...I'm totally blown away.
Blown away?
Burton, I have a hug and a half rack standing by.
Only wussies compliment poetry.
Real men drink about it.
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