the weekend draws to a close
slogging through it to work
past the ginkgo trees i love
past the nameless faces i hate
it's rained for weeks straight
but there is a drought inside me
...
meditate on silence
paralyzed, stares into space
imitate the violence
a coma in search of a face
we are all doors to one another
but mine is best sealed shut
it's all a make believe game
and i'll never make the cut
days like these, i just want to be done.
