Treasure Island

Steven Harris


Just To Get On.


All i do when i wake up is look out the window
i dont move i just look
i watch the poeple walk by
moving fast to start their day
and i sit here and watch them
they all want the same thing
they all want to just get on
nothing challenging
just to get on with things
i wish i was liken that
just to be able to get on with things
but i cant
so i watch them walk around
they will go home later put the t.v on and have dinner
they will have a bath or a shower
have a beer or two
and then go to bed and do the same all over again tomorrow.

Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013
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