Gray Skies21:52 Nov 19 2005
Times Read: 468
Surrounding me are faces, bleak and tired
Faces that know neither joy nor sorrow
Long, without desire or drive
Like the gray skies looming
Over the dull and listless bus
Moving without a purpose
At the end it’ll turn around
Make stops on the way,
Without a destiny
I look to the left with a frown
And see an elegant girl.
Wow, she thinks, he looks great
Could I ask him for a date?
He’ll complete me,
I can’t believe what I see
Could he love someone
Like me, till my life is done?
Night and day, with a job
And a wife, without a sob?
Nothing unpleasant could come
From our marriage, like some
He’ll complete me, she thinks
As the bus goes by some ice rinks.
Could I ever get a girl like her, he thinks.
A girl as beautiful and magical as that?
Such an amazing body, perfect proportions
Ah! but I’m married, and
An affair would be cheating
A person in my position can’t get caught
In bed with a girl this hot
Should I ask her for a date?
Wouldn’t that be great?
Give my wife a lesson…
Gray skies looming in the distance
Like ominous clouds to our destiny
On a vehicle without desire
I look away from the girl, smiling at me
Not being able to bare the bleakness
Of the moment
A dream… A desire… I need.
Unable to communicate
My goals… Crushed… Nothing’ll grow
I look to the right seeing a man
Sitting there in a suit and tie
Did he achieve his dream?
His passions?
Intrigue is a strange feeling
That lurks around the corner, and
Can reappear at any time.
What’s he looking at, he thinks.
Hasn’t he ever seen sorrow
Portrayed across a human face?
Sorrow running deeper than words
Inexplicable desires that destroy
Without cause or reason.
She’s so beautiful; I look at her
Romance runs through my mind
It’s all played out
Walking over, I’ll say “Hello”
She’ll reply, “Want to go out?”
Running like a reel in my mind
Should I go for it?
Why won’t he look at me, she questions
Doesn’t he have any passions
For a life, a wife, a job, security
To be in the life of unity
With society as our rock and base
And love written across our face
Is there something wrong with my hair?
Why won’t he stare?
At me, at my beauty and intrigue
It’s not like I’m out of his league.
He would complete me, I know
I’d let him, I wouldn’t say no
To fulfilling the missing part of my life
Simple, so simple, just being his wife.
There’s got to me someone like me
I think about ready to die
From the stifling boredom of the bus
Its dreary colors, the blank faces
Passing by, the faces inside
Don’t they have hope?
Do they even want it?
The buildings, prosperous, and tall
Represented everything great, 20th century
Now they’re like prisons
Tethered to desks men are, graded
By efficiency and money
No dreams, no “wow”-moments
Like this bus, without a purpose or destiny
How could he not be smiling back, he ponders.
With all her beauty and charm
I could ask her out…
Marriage? Ah! who cares!
I need something different in life
To escape the prison that I’m in.
I’ll get up to walk across…
Why’s he standing up while the bus
Is far from the next stop? I think, curiously.
But! it’s the first sign of life on here
The face, it has desire!
His eyes are shining like two stars
In the middle of the night
Dreams are caressing his mind
Asking it to accept them
A sense of fulfillment is penetrating his soul
What does he want?
Is he approaching me?
She thinks to herself, “Gee,
I can’t be with someone like him
So old, so vague, and without a beard trim
What should I do, what should I say
He really is headed my way!!!”
“Stop!” The girl on the left cries.
I look at her petrified eyes.
“Get away from me!
Leave me to be!”
Blushing and red-faced, the man replies
“What are you talking about?” and then sighs.
“Business Court at University Avenue”
The bus driver calls.
We all got off at the same stop
Under the threat of gray skies,
Lurking in the background.
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