Where Life Meets the Sidewalk
Come on, do your job
My thoughts lie in this forest
Cold and alone
I wish I could go home
Stop running from these thoughts
Hop in a taxi and drive far away
A trip with no route
A life with no doubt
Destination unknown
But here I am standing in the crosswalk
They wonder if it's all talk
I stare at green lights waiting
Do your job
Life comes with doors and no knobs
Oppurtunites knock instead of walking in
Tell me what sense this makes
From shoes walked in a million times ten
Will you give me the job?
Will your suspicion of my stance make you rob
Every inch of sanity left in my worn body
Come on,
Do your job,
Take off my helmet,
Take off your kneepads,
Give into your hedonism,
Take me to where life meets the sidewalk,
Take me to where life meets the crosswalk,
Which path will we choose?
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