*Meant as a ballet to life, a song worth to sing....
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Count the cracks of the brick paved walkway
one foot in front of the other,
thoughts of worry.
Smell the manís cigarette in front you.
Inhale the smoke, look down.
So fast, we walk fast
pain is coming from my legs.
We walk faster to keep the pace,
Hit with a bag and coughed on by a man
stepped on from an over crowded subway
disrespected from all points.
Grown men reading fashion mags
Men threading their eyebrows
society demanding this from our men
Judge me, oh man, judge me,
grow my natural beard
judge me men, my pathetic self is not threading my eyebrows
Trim my hair in a sqaure
spin my music device with white cords
find the song to accommodate loud treble
time is faster and you keep looking at your watch
10 seconds later.... Glance
15 seconds later... Glance and nod, sigh
my god men I am late
the spinning thoughts of lateness
Push and hit me without words of respect.
Plow me down and shove me off this train car
I am not going to be late.
At my expense