At the starting of the day, a million pounds of crashing weight,
The glistening mighty sun shoves you closer to your fate; and the silent morning calm
Is an overdue alarm;
Banging on your front door is a reminder of what's in store.
Rustling through your lowly life, for another million miles, when was the last time did you smile?
Stared and judged by your own, shunned; never condoned.
The music drained, the colors paled, blues ensued and living pained, the hollow in your heart cuts your existence in half.
Peace is like a distant dream, not attainable anymore it does seem.
