& Early to Rise

What to do?
What to do?
between the blinds
Sun seeps through
The next day finds us
Without a clue
But harried as we are
So terribly busy
To prove
Our lives are more
Than a mere collection of breath
Passing from this hour
Into the next
Everybodies poetry
&
Everybodies photograph
Is part of the app
Producing a song
Swelling as the credits roll
They roll on & on
An infinite train rushing through
Past slack jawed riders
Filling their cases brief
With cheques
And billable hours
Oh, someone's going to pay
You know they've got to pay