Hungry To Judge
We sleepwalk all silently stalking life's fridge
Eat big bites with blank eyes closed tight fast
What sunrise surprise? with crumbs on the floor
We look for another inside for someone to judge
Get fooled and wait some as we to bed retire last
But wait we hear steps then there a creaking door
Also hungry? who is this leaving crumbs on the edge
Get less sleep then to go quicker next time so fast
What? those steps were most certainly from indoor
We wake up well rested and full ready to judge
Ask around but no one heard steps going past
For tonight? who knows our own feet shuffle more
Arno Le Roux 2015
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