dissent

Jan 03, 2008 01:43

i saw a face i recognized on the bus tonite
nothing more than a face
this man that worked at a pizza place near my old apartment
he spoke with an english accent
had long hair and so wore a hairnet
i'd stop by every now and then for a slice

he always seemed to be in a good mood,
no matter the level of shit he was getting from the kids playing the arcade game, complaining about not getting enough cheese on their 6 dollar cheese pizza

we connected as two men of higher intelligence, who were working jobs that require less than our full potential

i looked at him on the bus
there we were
the only thing separating us is that the world had managed to crush his spirit
the degection that floated in his empty eyes
he was a shell of the optimist he once was

maybe it was drugs that broke him, maybe a woman, alcohol, or the banality of it all, who knows

i know the only thing separating him and i is that my head is still up, my eyes still face forward

running to catch a bus at 12:50am on a thursday morning isnt how i want to live my life

there are bigger fish to fry and better rides to catch
i'm buying my ticket tomorrow, i need to take this ride.......
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