Apr 16, 2009 15:07
This seems a little confusing and patchy in areas, but keep in mind...it was 3am :P
She travels over bridges
And begs her pardons where she walks
She notes the tyranny of distance
And the tyranny of talk.
She wonders past the office
Where the cleaners start their days
Sits to have her ham and cheese
To avoid damaging her pay
Envious of stars above
And their journeys in the sky
She ponders where the office is
To which the job could be applied
Coffee in an instant
Taxi an hour late
A ride home with a stranger
Beats a ride home with a ‘mate’
Sunrise in the night time
An exchanging of bare hands
Love is only a casual worker
Rostered in her plans
Her moods morph with the weather
Such a complicated heart
She sways alone with music
While she cries along with art
Her focus and her rhythm
Both stable and controlled
Will all things been considered
She shows no signs of getting old
Dainty like a feather
Yet trouble like a die
A tragic angel stuck on her lonesome
Or just a passer by?
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