Growing Wings And Other Things - 10. Chapter 10

The people in the street they walk like zombies
They don't talk like they used to
Everybody is so consumed with time
And I was so consumed about the fact
That my rhymes never even rhymed
They just stand there on the street corner
Watching and waiting for a caller
For a job for money
To make months end
Otherwise they have to humiliate themselves
And borrow but never lend
So I take to rhymes and everytime
I rhyme the words get stuck in my mind
Or I end up singing them
I can't even remember when
I last wrote something good
All they worry about is food
Am I superficial?
I can't help that my family was somewhat fortunate
And yet here I sit
With this mess
That I hardly consider my best
And no one would even spend a dime
Or give their time
For my Rhyme