"Hey You, " sitting on the patio,
Just checked into to a home,
Wondering what you did
Don't we all,
Crouch over the same damned rail
And stare up to the same damned sky?
"Hey you, " I see you sitting there
Feel the same quiet thoughts
That I'm thinking.
Your white T-shirt gives it away
But I'm not judging, anyway.
Just put on your suit tomorrow
And drive off in your Mercedes Benz
But those costly nails of hers
Will still chip, regardless
Of what you do for her.
"Hey You! "
Why don't you leave and
Check into some Fantasy
Get away from life
Dive into the strife
Of your Ecstasy.
It takes you away
For a minute.
Until you're back on the
Same old rail..
Looking for
Forgiveness.
"Hey You, "
We are all brothers,
We are all sisters
Just riding the rail.
Just making a trail.
Come and catch me when
I fall.
Pretty sure I'll lose
You all.
When sparks of metal
Grind the wheels.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a lovely poem, Chris.... a perfect 10+++++