Tuesday, May 06, 2008

It's not everyday

When the everyday grey closes in

Like today, when the sun shined in my eyes and I was little seeing what was in

My way, as I biked to work, and crossed the bridge

And hoped it was you every time I looked

And crossed the road and watched, the cars go by, flicking past

All of them without you in

And then I saw the light rise round a building there ahead

And dirty pigeons fly off

And ordinary people overtaken on their way to work

Women wearing trainers but otherwise corporate

And boys on bikes with record bags slung off one shoulder in the eight ay em, on the way to minutes measured in how long before too long, I get out of here

It's everyday

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