Shuffle And Scrape

I'll spend this day in reverie, I wont focus on anything,

I dont have to, I dont feel the need.

Look at the others with contempt or is it envy?

I'll stand in your room and all I can make out are the corners.

Its enough to let me know where I stand

its the barest minimum to function

but I'll be good, I promise to do better.

Some things are forgotten, other things matter.

Something else is always proving far too strong.

I guess Ive been a window gazer all along . . . .

See the sparrows fly in low . . .

There was a place you said you would take us,

Can we go please? . . .

Spent the day in societys refinery, unable to focus on anything.

Theres too much here, too many people,

only way out lies through a major arterial.

You remember when we talked about our beloved escape,

a place without all the shuffle and scrape and lack of philanthropy.

To where theres more trees than cars

and leaves have been dried out by the sun . . .

I'll spend this day in a reverie, I wont focus on anything,

I dont have to, I dont feel the need.

This is the closest that I'll come to relief.

But I'll be good I promise to do better.

Some things are forgotten, other things matter.

Something else is always proving far too strong . . .

I guess I'll remain a window gazer from now on.