The lust in the sun.

"Can't complain about the day today.
I was caught cabbing on the way,
away from never-ending yesterdays.

Don't delay,
my problems needn't stay,
anyways...

The alarm clock don't complain,
she just reminds me everyday.

A brothel day,
broke down nappin' on the way;
I broke down,
cryin'.
Otherwise I can't complain.

Now, the rest to follow
the footsteps in your shadow,
facing the sun.

Time will tell us,
anyway.

"Sunken eyed teens hung in the shadows,
a tree trunk sunk in the sand.
Swaying those b******s speechless,
all the way home."

Our body's are wrapped up in the sun,
the same sun.
Do body's have to lay this way?

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Nice flow and thought provoking, as you leave us with a question.... Still thinking:)