Monday, April 14, 2003
August 25, 1997
When can I sit down?
Why can't I stop running?
To the car, like its my exercise
Always late yet always moving
Seven to Five, work keeps me busy
My peers insist on lunch
Although I should be at the bank paying bills
Need to use the bathroom, but that can wait
"Be right there, sir!"
Evenings are long, my time is short
Part-time job, school, home a second job
My time, just the moment between the pillow and sleep
Vacations spent working elsewhere
When I could be sleeping
Sitting is a luxury, only dreams are my refuge
Family in the morning, calling from afar
Wanting to know me like they used to
I'm lost to them, I'm lost to me
Canceled cable, and never have seen "Friends"
"Did you see that show?", I haven't seen any in years
Maybe in syndication when I'm older saying
"...now that was a good show!"
Watching life pass me by on the covers of magazines
News, just rumors heard in conversations
"Did you hear what happened?"
If it's that important, I'll see it on a cover at the supermarket
Social life, love life, club life, all someone else's life
Not my life, in dreams, in traffic, in haste, in doubt
It isn't over till it's over
Nobody, and anybody, wishing I was somebody
and everybody on my schedule but me
Why such a high price for my life,
that is owned by so many, but not by me?
Posted by William Wilson at 4/14/2003 12:23:00 AM