• Streetlights, Busses, Cars, and Taxis.
    People, walking, talking, all with a purpose,

    Dawning of a new day, into a later night,
    Where do I belong in this fight?
    Walking into a sea of lives that need more reason,
    To live, to breathe, feel, touch, not to be wanted with a high treason,
    Anything to give this life another cheer or another thrill,
    Another way to enjoy without becomin mentally ill,
    Maybe to become free in a world of cages,
    Not to worry about paying all the wages,
    "Faces, places, you really think I care?
    Please boy, your not going to be a millionare!
    You might as well wear and tear, it ain't gonna be happening,
    Now or forever more."
    I'm prepared to face the facts,
    Either give it a shot, or go back on the tracks,
    Here we go, ready or not,
    Probably now, a purpose, handwrought.