Am I wrong, or seeing mirrors?
Are you wide awake or running on autopilot?
Do you enjoy them? Those in line, me among them, in a queue so long.
No end in sight, all ages and all colours.
From niece to nanny, screaming children and moaning mothers.
Theyโre all the same, grieved and sorrow, all so troubled like no tomorrow.
Awaits your blessing and awaiting their salvation.
Hope you carry, hope is the message of today.
I do my hardest to make you laugh.
My mind is clear you deserve it all.
Day in day out, stuck inside your tiny room.
Window sill the size of a book.
You laugh with me, or at me, you decide.
Do you have a rock? Someone to lean on, brick on brick.
Out of the darkness, would you enjoy me? Would you laugh with me? Could I take your worries away? Can you give me hope, or shatter my illusions? Like all the others.
