But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
Wednesday, 9 September 2015
Wednesday morning.
The masses are moving
From station and tube
To office and shop
Not a smile to be seen
Each morning they come
Each evening go back
Shuffling around
Like rats in a trap.
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