curbdrop out of grace

there are crowded faces on the train
and they're looking through the paines
as blurred colors fly they ask themselves why
am i letting my life pass me by

there are frowning faces and they say
this is just another day
if i can make it through another day or two
a lazy weekend will greet me soon

there is convicted sadness in the way
all their bodies gently hang
the sadness hums a tune familiar to me and you
cause we've no alternative to do

all the people growing tired and the fate
in concrete walls missing sun and day
the busy bodies move to gain what we will lose
we'll be meeting the made up before too soon

posted by fillshe @ 12:59 AM