3rd shift
Counting down the hours and minutes until my next shift at my new job have I been robbed or put in my place
an artistic life moved to the next phase in this place filled with empty space
I see your face pass by me in the streets as I blend in and walk the beat of working man’s blues spoken in venting sessions over drinks
back to the usual blue collar sweat rings
late nights early mornings exhaustion and trying to not get lost in the shuffle
trying to make ends meet and when I meet new faces saying I don’t belong in this place and how did you get here
narrow the path I walk alone wanting to hide in a place where no one else can find me but you
living under the time piece that is ticking away on the seconds of my day under watchful eye punch the clock to make a slim check and do your best not to crack under the pressure
I’m not gunna crack
but I may bend and shake before I can stand up straight
another face in the crowd as we pass eyes meet and look away as I blend in with the rat race
but the light will always shine deep in my eyes.
