Sometimes We Feel So Sad

the world is outside

there is the sound

of tired cars

grinding through the gears

of the journey to work

there are no voices

early morning walkers

are not talkers

nor is there birdsong

this is a summer place

and winter is coming

I lay here unmoving

unmoved

by any need to rise

to do something

to feel anything

to live

it’s just another day

just another day

choo choo choo choo choo choo

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