We're all dying here of boredom and life's mundaneness.
my friends call occasionally to see how it goes with me.
Their tiny voices, across the miles, empty and brave
ask, 'how do you like your job...'
and they'd like to hear that I have the answer...
but they hang up as sad as they called,
when they hear its the same with me.
All the alternatives vanish into the vacuum left
where your dreams used to be.
When security and the real world claim you,
you begin to see yourself as you once saw others;
mice on the treadmills of industries, living dead.
Your muscles grow soft and your eyes lose their snap
and your feeling of self uniqueness becomes self disdain.
All the alternatives vanish into the vacuum left
where your dreams used to be.
gallagher
23 Aug 76
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —