我们已不是襁褓中的孩子
                                      每天清晨醒来
                                      没有新生感
                                      眼睛里布满血丝
                                      那是内心
                                      伤痕累累的写真
                                       已不为我们感知

                                      清晨的朝气
                                      并不能抖擞我们
                                      疲惫的身心
                                      日出彩霞
                                      是上天的壮丽
                                      而我们蹶腚驼背
                                      夹裹在滚滚的自行车流中
                                       
                                       红灯     绿灯
                                       在阻塞中吐痰骂街
                                       动辄拳脚相加
                                       放行时
                                       争抢夺路
                                       纷纷奔向谋生之处
                                       傍晚返回家
                                       开始下一个清晨的
                                       准备