Poetic Interlude

Times they are a changing

We walked into the foyer.

1 888 855 7340.

Dialling my life away.

I year leases,

Dreams are ceaseless

Realities seem to challenge this.

I said I’d move to Paris,

Maybe back to Sydney or Japan

I never liked leaving messages either.

I guess the universe has it’s own plan.

This week is a month,

Like I used to measure with tickets and souvenirs

Now my days are numbered

With punch clocks, dollars and bills.

Times they are a changing

I’ve heard it many times before

Just like after you close one,

Look out for the next open door.