Perched behind this counter,
I watch as strangers pass by.
Emotions plastered on their faces make me wonder,
About the stories they hold deep inside.

Day in day out, our lives become routined,
This fast paced society starts to kill us all.
Will there even be time for me to dream?
Or will that just cause me my fall?

(written in a moment of extreme boredom and a need to feel philosophical why oh why oh why)

Labels: Flamboyantly phrased

Perched behind this counter,
I watch as strangers pass by.
Emotions plastered on their faces make me wonder,
About the stories they hold deep inside.

Day in day out, our lives become routined,
This fast paced society starts to kill us all.
Will there even be time for me to dream?
Or will that just cause me my fall?

(written in a moment of extreme boredom and a need to feel philosophical why oh why oh why)

Labels: Flamboyantly phrased