Folding The Pages

In the city the commute is a silent train
Full of tired workers
Blank stares, discomfort, and caffeine
Keep them awake

And it seems so sad to me
But it's honorable still
And I wish them peace
At this pace, it'll never change

And I think I'm finally over it
These words fall on deaf ears
And everybody's hell looks different
It changes shape but it never goes away

In the suburbs kids are getting high today
Out of boredom
Their parents moved here to feel safe
But they don't match the scenery

Fences work both ways
They keep some out and they keep some in
It's another day
At this pace, it'll never change

And I think I'm finally over it
These words fall on deaf ears
And everybody's hell looks different
It changes shape but it never goes away

In a classroom there's a child with thoughts of death on his mind
In a hospital there's an old man looking back on his life
And I wonder why some people see the beauty
While others see the pain

Entertainment, politics
Consumers, cops, religious tricks
Ugly, sad, or beautiful
Sometimes it feels so trivial

We need some time
We need some space
We need some help
For us to understand