somewhere between a grey and blue

the sky cannot decide it’s hue

i walk beside the railway tracks

of what’s to come and what has passed

graffiti layered on the car

i stop to let my mind roam far

the chill is soft, a winter song

i’ve never felt like i belong

in this city, locked by land

sands of time run through my hand

i think i’ll leave, i have to go

but darling i will miss you so

the west is calling out to me

to manifest my destiny

My life doesn’t suck per se.

I miss out on pay each day.

I wish I could find a way.

Work from home, unscathed to stay.

If you know what I can do,

I’ll be much obliged to you.

Expertise, I have beaucoup!

(Educational milieu).

There’s not much I can’t do right

once I put it in my sight.

I work hard with all my might,

a self-starter who’s quite bright.

If you know an opening

my experience to bring,

(I can also act and sing.)

it will make my soul take wing!