Willy Loeman

Willy Loeman

Like the others I walk through

a zombie land that rushes too

nowhere…..a place they don't want to be

somewhere….a place they think they should be

and I'm alone

while I question my throne

while I doubt my divinity

and I seek some serenity

while I question the infinity

and I wonder why i walk this daily grind

 

Never able to catch a break

with a back bent out of shape

all they do is take

and all I do fake it

No hope for the hopeless

can't find self in soulless

work

 

so somedays I walk with a frown

and push my way through an angry crowd

that slams doors…in somewhere they don't want to be

and stands bored…awaiting return to family

And I'm alone

stareing blankly into the grey

wondering if i'll ever find my way

away from the grind

and into the shine

away from the mindless

and into the timeless

away from the dark

to find my spark

When will my life start?

 

 

Never able to catch a break

with a back bent out of shape

all they do is take

and all you do is fake

it

No hope for the hopeless

can't find self in soulless

work

 

Delusions as solutions and i'm loosing it in this confusion

And i'm alone, And i'm alone, And i'm alone

 

~Jasmine Virginia