We rise early to see the traffic take form
And so this insanity is just the norm
We get in line, a line that starts where we stand
In this time, a time that defines our land
Tired but yet we breathe
With one thing meant to be achieved
We are still this world’s child
We are still so far from wild
As we conform to a new beginning
That is so repetitive in this empty silver lining
I once contemplated suicide
Today, but what about yesterday, what about tomorrow’s ride
Fuck this noise
This traffic muffles out the joy
The sky is gray in this back lit day
As, we all, just want to play
"What do you want?" I say, to the person next to me
But he can’t hear, even the best of me
I look him in the eyes
And don’t even see the human hidden behind his cries
The birds rest on a line above
Their peace is beautiful, but it’s above
As we are so far down
Having only emptiness on this over populated, stagnant ground
And so I just stand in line
Feeling so sublime
For I am playing, and writing this movie script It is my secret that I have kept
Written with the blood on the blade Knowing this movie won't ever get made
