Stay Inside (There's No Jobs)

Butterflies wings will beat as they fly,
Fluffy clouds will move in the sky.
Rain will fall without warning,
Night will turn to morning.
Televisions shout of repetition,
In this new age tradition,
Sat in our chairs day after day,
Hiding inside to escape a single ray.
Games are addictive to our minds,
curtains still drawn and so are the blinds.
Where are the ball games we oh so love?
Where are the sun rays from above?
Walks in the park are hard to find,
Daddy's at work and mummy's declined.
There's not enough money to keep us afloat,
She's off to work with a catch in her throat.
No job to go to but CVs to hand out,
This is our everlasting drought.
No pennies to spend on a loaf of bread,
No words to say which are unsaid.
This will not get better as time goes on,
Turning from little to none.
Time may stop but food is no where,
The shops are full but the table is bare.

Void

Emptiness within a solid shell,
Is it heaven or is it hell?
Blackness central to the focus,
Stuck in the form of locus.
Trapped or cut off from light,
silenced to the setting of night.
No sound made to be heard,
A ear to hear would be obsurd.
Away from humanity,
No sign of technology,
Is this the end of what we should love?
Where is the colour of a dove?
We'll keep on looking through the black,
Wishing the we could go back.
It's too late to refind our feet,
or sit down in our seat.
Take the last bow of the night,
Enjoy your last word and sight.