no one is ever home

leaf print carpet
inside just as cold
as the other side
of the window
wishing something
made sense today
he struggles to see the point
he doesn't want
to be a part of the rat race
escape the maze
and understand the truth
the point of this existance
his desire is to do something
not just to something to make
the moneys that keep the machine
moving it stains the hands
turns friends into enemies
and money makes society move
it has become an addiction
and a necessity to survive
no one is ever here to help the worry
go away even sunshine
can't break through these clouds
every action calculated
every minute of the day
is carefully scheduled
and he tries to figure out who decided
that this was a good idea
the sound of cars never stops
it's an all day all night thing
no one sleeps or even rests anymore
how will all survive at this feverish pace
is there anyone who knows how it will
all turn out if it'll all turn out
or will his plane just drop from the sky
no one's ever here
to notice the race being run at all hours
for what--money can't keep you warm
when you are cold and alone
it can't reassure you that tomorrow
will be a better day
no one is ever here
saying anything it's not quite
four o'clock but the sunset
sky is an amazing sight
he wonders how many others
noticed the colors...