Splash Of Class

By Nichole Boles

You sit on your porch, eyes glazed

Mouth weak, lips quivering;

I’m not like you, you’re thirsty for me to conform;

You maintain a routine,

Living on borrowed time;

You hide behind expensive things,

Seemingly sane;

You greet with a smile,

but keep to yourself;

You live in fear,

Only to feel safe;

Your life has one track,

You go to get by;

I live for myself,

but I’ll carry you through;

9 to 5 doesn’t fit my schedule,

routine gets boring;

I can’t dress like you,

My socks never match;

I want something different each day,

I’ll never see the path behind me;

I stand off the curb, eyes wide,

Mind open;

You’re not like me, I’m hungry for my passion,

Day in and out;

Now try to fit me in your cookie cutter house

(Source: classyhandhugs)

Posted: Mon February 6th, 2012 at 1:12am
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