The evening rush
People lost in their business minds
The days time is meaning
Look deep into the world
Nothing ever stays the same
If truth was voice
Then lies were burdened silence
And the roads direction was wrong
At least the journey gave you guidance
And the noise of life was a song
Has anyone ever paused
Stopped and looked at their surroundings
Threw the clocks in the rivers
Forgot the date and searched the sky
Paint the future and said goodbye
People search for inspiration
Have they looked in odd cities
A new town with artful opinion
And the grass which changes shade
Life is a train which circles
And some will dare to turn away
Bright lights which make me fight my eyes
Late nights which make my brain fry
Shall I sleep though it seems a waste
While so many questions stay unanswered
And answers propose scarce truth
Now I know for some part
But now I know
And is this the problem of American pride
Like non conformity which must have died
And my emotions vibrant and bold
Like creativity which must have sighed
And this is the way entrupernuers must have sold
Say goodbye to no direction
Maps and plans are the gods which make us cold
And there is no vaccine for this infection
except maybe to throw the words at the paper
To search even when it seems the end is near
Life is the roll of a dice
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