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Where Life Meets the Sidewalk

Come on, do your job

By SouluminosityPublished 4 months ago β€’ 1 min read
Where Life Meets the Sidewalk
Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash

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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