You wake up under a thick
Fog of dream
You tell yourself it’s not as
Bad as it seems
You rub two dim eyes
You sigh and rise
A rather battered-looking
Face faces you
In the mirror that you’re
Staring into
It starts to scare you
What can you do?
Time to go and give it away
Out there faces flash their
Gazes at you
Mostly looking either
Battered or cruel
They start to scare you
What can you do?
Each money-maker makes his
Way through the maze
Doing duties that screw
Twists in his face
It’s not a secret
The deal is real
Everybody gives it away
In the maze you meet a
Man on the street
He stinks and jabbers through some
Black broken teeth
He starts to scare you
What can you do?
He’s what happens when you
Crack up and crash
Who was this man before he
Fell through the cracks?
He looks right at you
You see him too
You know you’ve got to give it away
(They say it’s all a game in the maze
And your place in the game is to play)
A guy at work is looking
Desperate and blue
He groans and curses in the
Cube next to you
It starts to scare you
What can you do?
If you ask him ‘bout the
Trouble he’s in
He’ll never only be a
Colleague again
You rub two dim eyes
You sigh and rise
Time to really give it away
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Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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Crack in the Ceiling
Poetry by Thomas Radwick
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