The Saint Symphonic Streets

Where are we now ?

Monday, April 10, 2006

The Paper Trail Exits - Elza Wagner

Cubicles line the sterile walls
herded people await your fall

Office doors that penetrate
the soul less calls to deviate

And make it a different hue

Letters, Ledgers print machines
they all transcribe into color screens

Deadlines staring down at me
and corporate insecurity

Ring Ring Ring goes the telephone
wheres the door that gets me home

Ding Ding Ding that's door bell's ring
to make some sense out of everything

I'm falling
I'm falling on my own
I'm falling
I'm falling on my own

I wish I'd find a way
to get out of this mess

I'll wake up one day
and find
The Paper Trail Exits


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