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synapticjava) wrote2005-11-11 06:37 am
synapticjava) wrote2005-11-11 06:37 am
It's 6:30 am
People are leaving for work
and there's a hustle and bustle that's deadly silent
- like rush hour on mute.
Soccer moms are brewing their coffee
and popping their prozac.
The fathers are waking,
filing things into their breifcase.
The children are dreaming still
of things that will be
or might be
or could be,
never knowing that in an hours time
they'll be packed up
and launched into the rest of their lives.
It's 6:30am and I walk through the door,
tired from a night of drinking,
restless from a night of conversation,
happy from a night of friendship,
and fearful from a night of sharing.
As the sun rises, my eyelids lower.
And I wonder - are these the times that I've longed for so long?
Or are these the times I never expected at all?
and there's a hustle and bustle that's deadly silent
- like rush hour on mute.
Soccer moms are brewing their coffee
and popping their prozac.
The fathers are waking,
filing things into their breifcase.
The children are dreaming still
of things that will be
or might be
or could be,
never knowing that in an hours time
they'll be packed up
and launched into the rest of their lives.
It's 6:30am and I walk through the door,
tired from a night of drinking,
restless from a night of conversation,
happy from a night of friendship,
and fearful from a night of sharing.
As the sun rises, my eyelids lower.
And I wonder - are these the times that I've longed for so long?
Or are these the times I never expected at all?
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