a Day in the Life of life

a Day in the Life of life

the gears, they crank and turn
beginning the processes; run.
For when is the life the life to be lived,
And when is the life a Life of the Prived?
i do not go
you do not go
we do not go; should we?

these gears have cranked
churned out something grand,
processes of the neurological
i can tell by the urealogical

when do we cancel
the rating and score
when are we fanciful
with this our score

listen carefully, you cannot miss a beat
if you do you will fly and cry, “come with us”
they and you will say, in the market of the street.
A wall is there, does no one care?
Can they not see the wall? They named it and all!

yet on and on we go, they go
i’d rather not be of “they”
yet how shall i stay?

No food to grind, no wheat to bake
Hither hence i shall wince

and move along to the market of the street

no one
to


go no
one to know


smile,
my friend it is not tooo- bad.
join Us and see our market, its pretty clean,
Upstanding and lean.