It was a day
Of hopeless ponderings
We had been wondering
Through the pages
Leaving behind middle ages
And time’s of great despair
Had seeped into the fabric
Of everything that was
Before you knew it
I was your new boss
We had been working at a loss
And now was time to turn the ship around
Raising the sail for a better land to be found
We would keep on the try until the morning light
Maybe a sound
Of the trumpets from the signaling victory to us
We would take all the time needed
There was no fuss
Some people they boarded on the buss
The morning light had come and someone was stuck in the rush
Now the hour passed
All the cars were jammed
There like stones of graves
Living the cut and dry life
It was the nature of the game
Alternatives were not seeked until forced to do so
Eventough they had gifts
You could hear no chimes of bells or Ho Ho’s
So now you follow
My train of thought
In all it’s autistic glory
You deem everything not flashing lights boring
What if we placed you in the limelight instead?
Maybe you could help me earn my daily bread
Nough said about those who read
Board here instead and follow my lead