trying to get it right before the day is done
trying to get it right before the sun
don’t want the night to catch me incomplete
with my work undone should I slumber
wake me up before I fall asleep
I must enter the games to compete
In the light of day I labor away
I could easily slip and fall in the dark and get hurt
my cogwheels are moving in commotion
I’m emotionally in rotation
unable to move outside of my probation
doing my best in a state of anticipation
making decisions in deep prohibition
trying to change my current situation
heading towards the next station
all are aboard and times are hard
dangling shadows of shackles in boxcars
abandoned in rail yards on the footpaths
I’m not on the fence about the evidence
of the treachery of wars and money spent