| in a busy street a man sits down oblivious to the traffic sounds no chaos, no frenzied shrieking crowd they guard their silence walking heads bent down count the hours in their lethargy the treadmill turns there down below their feet should I pray for an end to come quickly? or cross the waves of an angry sea risking and braving the shipwreck and the mutiny assailing in a haunted doorway hid from the light of day see another life fall to ruin and pain false smiles from even children it seems a landlocked ground for empty and lost dreams |
"a league against me", I hear him say it's not worth half the effort or the price you pay should I pray for an end to come quickly? or should I raise my face to the heavens above and tell God, "stop jeering at all our human frailties and our failings" are we failing? pound, pound on an endless street again and again the nightmare scene all strained against the tightened rope not one with a lasting lingering hope there's evidence everywhere you see put a quarter down at the newsstand so that you can read should I pray for an end to come quickly? |
