Saturday, 8 December 2012

As if it could be Anything Else

The golden sun peeking over the trees
it feels like ten degrees
despite it being late summer
But time is flying by

Stylish in our pajamas
and a constant zombie state
the cereal bowls clang
no thoughts of the city nearby

Expecting normality
Saved by the strange

Waiting would be disastrous
first is to get a seat
Fighting non-stop laughter
to maybe get through the meeting

Plastic swords
Answers to questions
Watch a movie and
we all lie on someone else

And to believe I thought this place had changed