My mind mellows
watching rooves of buildings
scrape the creamy clouds from the sky.
We roll on
people watching –
me watching people…
The sudden screeching of oil hungry brakes/breaks
all conversation in half.
only seperated by human flaws –
square after square after square, metre.
No room to slide,
only fall, into it all.
Time drips from the rusty eaves of suburban houses,
as it joins every drip that fell before it.
A pool of history – so dense –
that no one moment is recognisable from any other.
Houses, cars, faces and places fly by,
and as beautiful as they seem
I can’t help but think how liberating it would be
if we all just came clean…
That however, would eradicate the stability of four walls, shallow talk and government policy.
It’s not about who you should be,
not about the place you would be,
and certainly not about the person you could be –
baby, don’t fall victim to society.
You aren’t here to simply read it’s books,
master it’s looks –
nor should you kill yourself trying to hang from it’s hooks.
I tell a story,
not of victorious glory
for I’ve won no prize
but simply opened my eyes,
and watched the world fly by –
on the train ride home.