Clock dreams
As I walk these busy streets
I watch the thoughtless mass
The ones that run from place to place
The ones who don’t stop to laugh
Busy lives with busy people
No one watching but the clock
That ticking clock that cloaks most sight
That sight of once proud dreams
To go home to an empty house
Or to a home that is full of doubt
A place where people scream and shout
Rooms shut from all sound and sight
Night after night
Day after day
There lives slip away
Concerned with frivolous ideas
Ideas of live longer and healthier
What cloths are hot and not this season
The new diet that works or does not
Or that new celebrity scandal
So they walk by most not looking up
Just shuffle through the streets
Working for that next paycheck
Working for that next day
I wonder when I became like them
How I misplaced my dreams
Substituted them for ticking clocks
Just so I could look from reality
Just to have my insignificant walks
And dream a dead dream
I watch the thoughtless mass
The ones that run from place to place
The ones that never stop to laugh
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