Suzie

Our fingers could be made of magic
But our bank accounts are low
We're arrogant and ill behaved
But we got nowhere else to go

Our photographs could see us at parties
But our social life is slow
We're turning sour and sad, time will turn us mad
So the stars to us, don't glow

Our unity keeps the sharks at bay
But the depression keeps sinking in
We are older than our ages right now
when we play a game we can not win
We are lost in the lives we used to live

Our homes are vacant hotels
Hearts melting with the sheer despair
Dreams that can't be made with spells.

Road kill

Car park
Road kill
The tall tall trees
and the purring creatures
Mid afternoon is grey Dull,
Quiet,
Lifeless
My eyes sore from sleep
Body aching from the dragging days
Symbols on a page
forming a tribute
to today.

What could it be?
When the rain has laid down on the ground
and the tall trees are tired from standing
the purring creatures bored of quiet
the others bored bored bored of the dull
and the lively falling in with the lifeless

symbols are just symbols too.