Are You Reading Me?
That’s all I do: eat, sleep, work
No time for something new
While those with money lounge and smirk,
Eat, sleep, work, that’s all I do.
Deep down inside: I wish, dream, hope
For wins each time I’ve tried
But losers find a way to cope—
I wish, dream, hope, deep down inside.
I’ve got more bags than the friendly skies
You can see the excess beneath my eyes
Perhaps that’s why I have found
It difficult to leave the ground,
This nagging ache inside of me
The only sore I’ll ever see
Unless I find a way to shed
This weight and touch the clouds instead.
A rusted can
From a distant life
A different man
A happy wife
They seemed content
Though they were poor
Until they went
And moved next door
The floor fell through
Too much was owed
I guess it’s true
All things corrode.
