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twin1
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They scurry along like cattle,
onto their all purposeful and ever demanding phones, desk, and pencils,
Indespensable in their eyes,
and I am one of them...
Onto the metro to the mighty "Nation's Capital",
Where you are greeted with fake smiles while they would gladly slit your throat...and promises of "liberty and justice" for all...
As I stand wishing I could go back to the country,
The echoes of coyote ring in my head, I even kinda like the tarantulas
and the peaceful woods engulf me,
Snapped back into reality, I think that I should not utter a word,
...remember where I am, they don't care,
would anyone notice if they sat by a dead man?
All of the zombies would'nt bat an eye,
I am tempted to take on a southern boastful drawl and
talk endlessly just to annoy and disturb or
park myself onto the floor with disapproving eyes watching,
Oh yeah, how old am I again???,
I'm supposed to be a professional and "lady-like"...I guess,
Than from a mother with a small child, I am offered a seat,
The only one who seems to notice that 8 months pregnant is fairly uncomfortable,
reminding me that pure hearts and kindness can be found and
I doubt she would mind if I asked her about her day,
Inside my head I scream, although I remain silent,
If they could see the thoughts - can't they love each other and
just say "hi" to their neighbor, be kind and gracious,
and ask a person's name because they are sincerely glad to meet them?!
Soooo...I just waddle off the metro and out of the left lane of the escalator,
EVERYONE knows that's the "fast lane"...
onto their all purposeful and ever demanding phones, desk, and pencils,
Indespensable in their eyes,
and I am one of them...
Onto the metro to the mighty "Nation's Capital",
Where you are greeted with fake smiles while they would gladly slit your throat...and promises of "liberty and justice" for all...
As I stand wishing I could go back to the country,
The echoes of coyote ring in my head, I even kinda like the tarantulas
and the peaceful woods engulf me,
Snapped back into reality, I think that I should not utter a word,
...remember where I am, they don't care,
would anyone notice if they sat by a dead man?
All of the zombies would'nt bat an eye,
I am tempted to take on a southern boastful drawl and
talk endlessly just to annoy and disturb or
park myself onto the floor with disapproving eyes watching,
Oh yeah, how old am I again???,
I'm supposed to be a professional and "lady-like"...I guess,
Than from a mother with a small child, I am offered a seat,
The only one who seems to notice that 8 months pregnant is fairly uncomfortable,
reminding me that pure hearts and kindness can be found and
I doubt she would mind if I asked her about her day,
Inside my head I scream, although I remain silent,
If they could see the thoughts - can't they love each other and
just say "hi" to their neighbor, be kind and gracious,
and ask a person's name because they are sincerely glad to meet them?!
Soooo...I just waddle off the metro and out of the left lane of the escalator,
EVERYONE knows that's the "fast lane"...
Our love must not be just words, but True Love, which shows itself in action,
No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!
No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!
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