Our time; polluted,
Our life; corroding away.
What is left? Nothing.
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Our time; polluted,
Our life; corroding away.
What is left? Nothing.
What is left? Nothing
But an old airplane ticket
Placed between pages.
Placed between pages
Like Dust till dawn i sit still
My Own twilight Zone!
My own twilight zone,
Left alone in solitude;
Graspless I seek life.
Graspless I seek life;
Until eyeless, I see it,
Slip through non-fingers.
Slip through non-fingers
That have no firm felt embrace
And exist in thought.
And exist in thought
a nagging Voice goads me to
slap this stranger's face.
slap this stranger's face
and never tell it to me,
for I watch it not!
For I watch it not,
Since I can't believe much of
The nightly newscast.
The nightly newscast.
Entertainment at its worst
Here comes “Weatherman”
Here comes Weatherman,
Too late to tell of record
Hurricane seasons
Hurricane season?
now we know people,
run as far as you can from the shore!
Now we know people,
and we also know people!
But count the others.
But count the others,
The ones that think they don't count,
Among your good friends.
Among your good friends
Are the blue bird and green frog.
You live among trees.