As I fill up the tank
I find the flowers ironic
that they give life
to their demise
I don't find that wise
but, hey, I'll help them in a little bit
So with the others,
I carry on
one of many,
we will stand as one
to be many
within our tight bubble
hope there won't be trouble
'casue I'm already behind schedule for my lunch break
You know,
one of those ho-hum days
when any idea pops into mind
and I can't seem to find that off switch
to this cycle of
the subconscious being heard
Waiting for a table of one during lunch
is fine
I got people to talk to
but what I rather do
is to have a conversation with my headphones
But who said I need to be out late
to enjoy myself
couldn't I just drink alone
an stay up early at home
to be late for work
the next morning
I guess it was one of those blah days
when any idea just surfaces in the brain
and I can't seem to blame
it one my lack of attention to the world
The idiot box
is my toy box
holding treasures to the outside
but when I open it,
some assembling is required
to learn how to really alive
You know, one of those ho-hum days
when you just think of anything
to get your thoughts off everything
that interrupts your grin
Author notes
I was watching the Food Network and a horror movie with this came into play...
Written March 7th, 2004
