WHAT I SEE

i see empty lots
and broken dreams
amidst the rubble
of discarded bottles
and candy wrappers

my once bright eyes
are now dimmed
by the lethargy of routine
which does not reward
for there's not meaningful work
for us

so we sit in bars
if we can afford it
it's better to buy the cheap stuff
in 1.75 liter bottles
and sit at home in alcohol induced fantasy
vicariously living through our tv sets
someone else's american dream
and we realize it's all gone bad for us

it's good when i get my little pay check
all of my "friends" come over and party with me
'til all my money and liquor is gone
then i hit the streets again

i see the empty lots
and broken dreams
my once bright eyes are dim.