some trivial pursuit

I take the train station to station

Its one of my few luxuries

Besides my last sip of coffee

And eyeing the man across from meHe is lost

Lost in the papaer

Hes chasing some trivial pursuit

Some propaganda for your honey suckle dreams

That somehow grasp the dayI get off, take a step. Step, stop, look around

I cant find the time.

And theres a man holding court int he market and I cant conjure up a dime.

His cheeks are kissed with mid December chill

Like a gnome planted firmly in the garden.And then the sky puts on her make-up.

Shes in her evening gown

She coyly accepts the city lights

And wears them in her crown

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