I think I know. I know I think.
Sometimes I think twice. I know
I think twice – more than twice.
Do I have to think just twice?
I must think more than just twice.
I know I can think more than
twice. I think I’m alright. I know
I’m right – I don’t have to think
twice when I know what’s right.
Tag: working
Down the Street
Down the street,
there are friends and foes.
I go for walks and wave to them all.
What they are doing, no one knows.
If I need sugar, I know who to call.
Down the street,
not one house is the same.
I go for walks and look at them all.
Each vacant house must have a name.
The houses we build will someday fall.
Down the street,
I notice others just like myself –
others resembling sisters and brothers.
When I see them in pain, I must help;
a skill I learned from my mother.
Down the street,
there are houses that we must see.
I’ll walk by with my head held high.
Down the street,
I see neighbors feeling oh, so free
all before the street lights die.
Burnout
We work, work, and work.
Oh, did I say that we work?
We work hard to make it
work. We don’t have the time
to sit. And, I must admit,
We would die before We quit.
We are like those before;
We work, work, and work.
Don’t get me wrong, I work,
but I wonder what it’s worth.
We work so long to build
planes that are never flown.
We work away time killed.
We work hard to go home
with a tank only half-filled.
We work until We burn out
until all the gas runs out.
We work most of our lives
just to keep our dreams alive.
We must never burn out;
We have to take our time.
We work, work, and work:
something We are urged to do.
We have to press the brake
and appreciate the view.
Go For Broke
9:00 to 5:00.
I’m going live.
5:30 to 9:00.
I’m losing time.
9:30 to 8:00.
Don’t be late.
8:00 to 9:00.
I’m out of time.
Depleted
For why must you need me to work at all?
Hiding in fear that you might not be used
Now I’m away, insisting that you call
Outside I’m fine, but my heart is now bruised
Someone else played you with the slightest care
Your soul is damaged because of abuse
From being complete to having no air
The machine is broken, bolts are now loose
I try to turn you on, but I can not
You glowed green before the years of torment
Your system was left on for now it’s shot
Safe to say that our time was very well spent
Now you’re dead with the circle in your eyes red
I send you away for my Xbox is dead
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 