ToffeeFable
12-03-2017, 01:16 AM
A happy accident,
For meeting you was never my aim
When I came to a place where night and day are one and the same.
In this purgatory
Where dust and bureaucracy reign,
Only money is a guaranteed gain.
So many boxes slip through my hands,
Clatter my way like tumbleweeds,
And once in a while a battered one its contents bleeds.
I apply what I was taught,
Repairing all I can,
But between my work I trial the distance a gesture will span.
The intended recipient by duty distracted,
You returned my wave instead,
So it seems that on purpose to me you were lead.
For meeting you was never my aim
When I came to a place where night and day are one and the same.
In this purgatory
Where dust and bureaucracy reign,
Only money is a guaranteed gain.
So many boxes slip through my hands,
Clatter my way like tumbleweeds,
And once in a while a battered one its contents bleeds.
I apply what I was taught,
Repairing all I can,
But between my work I trial the distance a gesture will span.
The intended recipient by duty distracted,
You returned my wave instead,
So it seems that on purpose to me you were lead.