Pete Rivera

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Black Friday


After work
In my bed
I can feel the breeze of the afternoon
Smell of oak in the air
As flames burn in the fireplace

The world is a sad, sad stage

Black Friday morn
Ten o'clock
People waiting outside store doors
Yeah, they are
Wallets out
Aisles filled with smoke from cigarettes

The world is a sad, sad stage

Trying again
To fend for myself
And all that I am
It's come down to this
And, let me say
This world ain't always been this way
You said forget just who you are
And continue to follow
The north star

Submitted: Friday, November 25, 2011

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