-Vending Machine-

You sit here, alone
Thinking of better times, better places
Anywhere but here, you tell yourself
Looking out the window
You see it
Cluttered amongst the other common things of life
A vending machine
You're way out
What is it selling?
A new life
In front of that machine, a lineup of millions
All hoping, waiting and dreaming of the same thing that attracted your attention
A chance to be something- to be someone
To be anywhere but here
To be anyone but you

Written and Owned By Dan Chubaty