ShadowsCool
07-20-2011, 05:07 PM
The Passenger
The passenger saw an America that once was,
passing by his window;
factories that fed whole towns
abandoned,
making friends with overgrown weeds.
Ghost towns that once saw life
now see hollow wind,
that blow through
as the train blusters in.
The passenger took a deep breath
Into his paper,
and read about a world
that once was in the right place,
a world he couldn't erase.
Up ahead the last stop
for him or America,
one would never know
by the look of both.
Let Us Keep To Sleep
Let us keep to sleep
not be woken by the outside noise
that drives men to nothing
but dust and empty dreams
That even bored papa
who laid on his easy chair
reading yesterday's news
by old yeller.
The passenger saw an America that once was,
passing by his window;
factories that fed whole towns
abandoned,
making friends with overgrown weeds.
Ghost towns that once saw life
now see hollow wind,
that blow through
as the train blusters in.
The passenger took a deep breath
Into his paper,
and read about a world
that once was in the right place,
a world he couldn't erase.
Up ahead the last stop
for him or America,
one would never know
by the look of both.
Let Us Keep To Sleep
Let us keep to sleep
not be woken by the outside noise
that drives men to nothing
but dust and empty dreams
That even bored papa
who laid on his easy chair
reading yesterday's news
by old yeller.