Caustic Soda Shuffle And Scrape
Ill spend this day in reverie, I wont focus on anything,
I dont have to, I dont feel the need. Look at the others
with contempt or is it envy? Ill stand in your room and
all I can make out are the corners. Its enough to let me
know where I stand its the barest minimum to function but
Ill be good, I promise to do better. Some things are
forgotten, other things matter. Something else is always
proving far too strong. I guess Ive been a window gazer
all along . . . . See the sparrows fly in low . . . There
was a place you said you would take us, Can we go please?
. . . Spent the day in societys refinery, unable to focus
on anything. Theres too much here, too many people, only
way out lies through a major arterial. You remember when
we talked about our beloved escape, a place without all
the shuffle and scrape and lack of philanthropy. To where
theres more trees than cars and leaves have been dried
out by the sun . . . Ill spend this day in a reverie, I
wont focus on anything, I dont have to, I dont feel the
need. This is the closest that Ill come to relief. But
Ill be good I promise to do better. Some things are
forgotten, other things matter. Something else is always
proving far too strong . . . I guess Ill remain a window
gazer from now on.
