Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake. - Henry D. Thoreau

Saturday, January 9, 2010

friday (2005)

Looking out my window

children playing in the distance

car tires squeeling down the highway

birds chirping in the naked trees

Sitting in my room

watching a game of basketball

an urban racetrack just ahead

autumn has arrived for everyone

Bored on a Friday afternoon

people making lots of noise

morons got their liscenses

more leaves for me to rake

The week is finally over

annoyed of constant sounds

five o' clock traffic

struggle to keep warm

The week is finally over

bored on a Friday afternoon

sitting in my room

looking out my window

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