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In the city the commute is a silent trainfull of tired workers. |
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Blank stares,discomfort, and caffeine keep themawake. |
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And it seems so sad to me. |
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But it's honorable still. |
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And I wishthem peace at this pace. |
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It will neverchange. |
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And I think |
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I'm finally over it. |
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These words fall on deaf ears. |
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Everybody's hell looks different. |
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It changes shape but it never goes away. |
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In the suburbs kids are getting high today,out of boredom. |
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Their parents moved hereto feel safe, but they don't match the scenery. |
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Fences work both ways. |
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They keep some out,and they keep some in. |
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It's another dayat this pace. |
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It will never change. |
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And I think |
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I'm finally over it. |
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These words fall on deaf ears. |
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Everybody's hell looks different. |
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It changes shape, but it never goes away. |
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In a classroom there's a child with thoughtsof death on his mind. |
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In a hospital there's an old man lookingback on his life. |
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And I wonder why somepeople see the beauty, while others seethe pain. |
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Entertainment, politics, consumers,cops, religious tricks... |
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Ugly, sad, or beautiful. |
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Sometimesit feels so trivial. |
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We need some time. |
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We need some space. |
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We need some help for us to understand. |
