the day starts out slowly and bright
and as I found myself with some spare time
maybe I wanted to take the long way
on the way that I walk every day
down the same winding road and passing the
same unknown strangers - that man with no hair
who wears a red jacket - and the girl in the boots
that make such loud sounds as she walks -
the man in the shop who will greet me, smiling
while I pretend the chocolate I am buying
isn’t all for myself - to consume greedily
and maybe I’ll peer at my own reflection
in the windows of the shops that I walk by
the unfinished stores - that are getting a paint job
and the men in orange jackets who don’t say a word
as I sneak glances at my hair and ogle my own legs
the day is an eruption of too loud buses
which I glare at for ruining the drama of my music
and earphones keep falling out - but I push them back in
I’m awake and I ache - but I still continue walking
gotta go and learn - gotta dig deeper into this pit
put myself in debt - then go to work to get out of it
I’m going to spend this morning reading all these pages
then tomorrow, by some cruelty, I will forget
I’m going to put on a smile and meet some new faces
then I will walk around the corner and forget them
I will highlight the ancient bruises and underline my eyes
scrunch up a few pages - let fingers trail down the spines
of books as heavy as gravity is for a piano
the reluctance of returning - so we walk slow
memorizing the submission to our own exploitation
we are queuing up for our executions with impatience
and as I found myself with some spare time
maybe I wanted to take the long way
on the way that I walk every day
down the same winding road and passing the
same unknown strangers - that man with no hair
who wears a red jacket - and the girl in the boots
that make such loud sounds as she walks -
the man in the shop who will greet me, smiling
while I pretend the chocolate I am buying
isn’t all for myself - to consume greedily
and maybe I’ll peer at my own reflection
in the windows of the shops that I walk by
the unfinished stores - that are getting a paint job
and the men in orange jackets who don’t say a word
as I sneak glances at my hair and ogle my own legs
the day is an eruption of too loud buses
which I glare at for ruining the drama of my music
and earphones keep falling out - but I push them back in
I’m awake and I ache - but I still continue walking
gotta go and learn - gotta dig deeper into this pit
put myself in debt - then go to work to get out of it
I’m going to spend this morning reading all these pages
then tomorrow, by some cruelty, I will forget
I’m going to put on a smile and meet some new faces
then I will walk around the corner and forget them
I will highlight the ancient bruises and underline my eyes
scrunch up a few pages - let fingers trail down the spines
of books as heavy as gravity is for a piano
the reluctance of returning - so we walk slow
memorizing the submission to our own exploitation
we are queuing up for our executions with impatience