Mainstream America

A new day has awaken And with raw Emotions You stretch and yawn While curtains are drawn Just once you willfully wish To stagger back To your place of slumber And not feel so outnumbered By the roar of thunder The cars and buses make Making your conscious Wander and care Just a brake From A day without hurling down the stairs Into the buses Driven by madmen Driven by fear Packed in like sardines Faces riddled With a long silent stare If only I could turn off The switch And ditch The day But I guess I have to wait Till Saturday