Life
By Phoenix_Ashes •
Standing at the bus stop
Looking at his phone
The passing by buses
Just a part of the drone
He looks in the glass
His reflection so clear
He sees his slight stubble
His face of the year
He looks at the floor in anger
His musics just too loud
His life is just building anger
He notices dark clouds
The litter on the floor, neglected
The thoughts in his head, reflected
A plastic bag floats on by
Buy a life, thats not why
Things are so cheap, trust so cheap
Our love for each other, let us keep
Things out of control have a way of ending
Our end? Have a soul! So comprehending
Like a school, so lifeless, strifeless
At first, but then you grow, and life?
Life goes on