Staring at the Clock.

Staring at the Clock.

Staring at the clock,
swear we heard it talk,
Load up on jadedness,
downtown for a walk.

Through darkened alleys,
over worn trails.
Way pass paradise,
happiness fails.

Failing to see the light,
as others told us too.
Wandering past dead bodies,
ghosts you always knew.

They come back to haunt us,
in the subways of our minds.
snapping us back to reality,
to a real home we can never find.

>>The Bannibal One,,,byeeexxx.