Nothing Comes Easy

lights, they flash
as the siren blares
warning people
of your entrance

going around a corner
its dark, cant see
danger waits
for those who seek it

nothing but a fantasy
left for the screen
or words that
form into plots

aroma fills your head
tells you when
they shall be done
to await the plate

nothing but noise
fills the factory
for that all necessary
fuel that fills you

this cant be spotted
not in the future
or rather not
a daily routine

the snapping stops
the actions; time
left to be seen
through a window

later to be viewed
by those who enjoy
the art that makes
up the life all around

accept it, live by it
hide it i shall not
embrace it, live by it
that is what i shall do