User:Gravychunks

We don’t just sleep under one roof

Otherwise this place is no different from the barracks

We go to sleep with our shoes and tight belts

at the cock’s crow

we rush to the fields with all the equipments

and all day we practice arraying our lines before an enemy

who changes places with us every moment:

-A bus that passes far off your expectation

cluttered and content tickets

and a driver who shuts all the doors on you

A little later:

Redundant stops

Pointless waiting

and a crowd that doesn’t let the lights become green

And we keep shifting places in this way

until the day ends

then we touch the wall and return

The one who reaches home before all

only gets to wind his clock sooner than the others