sadness in my heart
for whom the sirens wail
joy that it’s not me
sadness in my heart
for whom the sirens wail
joy that it’s not me
family photo
the bane of my childhood
looking through my eyes
morning crosstown drive
seems uncomfortably longer
when low fuel light shows
blue skies and sunshine
fool those who rely on looks
frigid to the bone
train whistles at night
haunting the dreams of many
calling some to work