Longing America
By Abilene
I work & sleep & work in America I work with people who've grown bitter With what they're here for I think of my boss- an over-grown child And bad sense of humor I work & sleep & think of America Landscapes, the tide, the magnificent skies The immortal highways stretched long And wide away from every place I long to be I work & sleep & covet America I wish to be beatific inside this place Moving towards the grey city's dawn Feeling out the lines of the past These lines that appear drawn on our face I work & work & and dream of America Although inside, I feel I'm only looking through My will is strong but temporarily hung up I may just become eccentric, unhinged with great spirit To feel free from the storming lack of my aura Written November 28th, 2001 © on Sep 12 2002 07:26 AM PST 0 • 12
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"I work & sleep & work in America..."