Yowza!
Crossed the country to a new city
Following the whim of childish belief
That all is picture perfect within
The scribbled lines that laid your plans
No words could comfort this position
Missionary and dull
So routine, unfortunate and far
From somewhere truly a home
The phone
It just rings these days
Messages left to friends
The only reminders of the strength you left
Before miles became thousands
Speak and speak outloud
Not within the confines of a digital moat
These lighted screens make it so easy
To let your emotions flow
Trains within the crevices
Pass the tongue to the finger tips
Your pain is on display
Complaints to the complainers
But how many complaints
To those who matter
I shouldn't speak
I should stay quiet
But mister no sleep
Is too sleepy for silence
Days have been adhered
Between nights of paid advertisement
So I looked to the screen
Filled with usernames and comments
And painfully read
Your painful retirement
It's time to go home.
Following the whim of childish belief
That all is picture perfect within
The scribbled lines that laid your plans
No words could comfort this position
Missionary and dull
So routine, unfortunate and far
From somewhere truly a home
The phone
It just rings these days
Messages left to friends
The only reminders of the strength you left
Before miles became thousands
Speak and speak outloud
Not within the confines of a digital moat
These lighted screens make it so easy
To let your emotions flow
Trains within the crevices
Pass the tongue to the finger tips
Your pain is on display
Complaints to the complainers
But how many complaints
To those who matter
I shouldn't speak
I should stay quiet
But mister no sleep
Is too sleepy for silence
Days have been adhered
Between nights of paid advertisement
So I looked to the screen
Filled with usernames and comments
And painfully read
Your painful retirement
It's time to go home.