All These Faces Of The Crowd
The clouds are moving quick!
Moneys run away with the days,
Sat by the window
Never seen such movement.
The sky on a clouds bed
Winching round, a turning stomach.
A few barren hours sat by the window
Where the buses go wondering,
Old lusts have come crawling
Thinking, 'my youth is gone forever!'
Between the small times of love and sleep
And the other expanse of work and folly,
Dark as the deepest ocean.
All these faces of the crowd
Fallen leaves, spectacles
And my two more busying eyes
Heavy trained on the streets
Sat by the window
Thinking 'my youth is gone forever!'
