What A New Day

by alexrambler

Struck down

Get high

Preach left

Turn right


Is what it seems

In this world

Of scattered dreams

Reality is taking it’s toll

Your dreams are on parole

And when

Everybody’s talking

You stop

And turn around

Because it’s too much

Or too little

Where’s the vision

For a better existence

It’s washed away

Bought and sold

A long time ago


Is slowly eroding away

By foul play

What a new day

What a new day