| Concrete Lament |
naitnisy
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Over and over on this cracked concrete street corner | 1 |
Hustling feet shuffle dirt too old and weighed down to fly off in the breeze | 2 |
The monotony of pointless lives just trying to get by | 3 |
Suffocates conscious thoughts | 4 |
Fumes of the routine seep up from beneath the drains | 5 |
And shoot from the back of broken exhaust pipes | 6 |
Smoldering heat over cooks basic intelligence | 7 |
Leaving charred instinct behind to make choices | 8 |
Hands grown too large to hold pens hold triggers | 9 |
Real men are born but die | 10 |
5 times a day, 50 times a week, and too many times a year | 11 |
The world could use more boys | 12 |
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Boys dream | 13 |
Boys dream impossible dreams | 14 |
That propagate invention and change | 15 |
Boys harm THEMSELVES to make mistakes and learn truth | 16 |
And sleep while they heal their wounds | 17 |
But not on this street corner | 18 |
This dirt shuffles, disturbed by common frantic footsteps | 19 |
As the fumes are parted by a small piece of heat | 20 |
That would burn even instinct | 21 |
Another man that should have been a boy | 22 |
And I ask him | 23 |
Do those closed eyes hide broken lies on this cracked concrete street corner when your blood runs dry? | 24 |
Are you asleep? | 25 |
Can you dream? | 26 |
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