Month To Month

I am still standing here, trying not to fall in despair, The train has come and gone leaving me dry and empty on the open lawn; I know exactly where I want to go but you keep disrupting my daily show; you have changed the date more than a hundred times leaving me stranded in the sun with dusty clothes and no shoes on, but as I cross the shadows of pain, I could see you standing there blocking the road and sealing up the damaged holes. Month to month I live in the trash, Month to month I walk around without frock salvaging what I can find and living without a dime and at the end of them month when I go to the bank, no wages are there to grease my palm and the sorrows inside me mounts, and I figure out a way to leave this town but the wind keep blowing around and pointing to a new destiny. Month to month I used to pay the rent, month to month my grief swells, I was supposed to be gone a long time ago but when the time come, you tell me the next month, but when next month approaches, you find another excuse to make and the crowd kept bellowing at my gate and the month turn into another year and I am still here, there is no one to care and I feel trapped in a wilderness over here. I have places to go when heart cannot speak, I have stories to tell when passion runs deep; the vision is still resting on my mind and I have dreams of long ago to fulfill and I just cannot keep still. Here I am in this wicked place lamenting over the human race. Month to month, I feel ashamed, month to month I feel as if my living is in vain, sometimes I go by the sea, just to see if a boat is waiting for me and I spend hours looking at the waves and watch the children building their sand castle and reality stares in my face. Month to month I seek a new life, month to month I make lots of sacrifice , month to month, I wait to roll the dice, I want to leave this wretched place and feel the essence of life again; I have made too much sacrifice, but nothing is more valuable than life. Come and dine with me tonight.