I fear the mold
The uniformity theory
Of stripping conscious dignity
Of the you
Me
Pushing us forward
Never to look back
A pack of wolves
Now breathing down
My back
I fear the mass productions
Facilities
Consistency is key
Holding the soul back
From being free
I understand
Accommodating the masses
But with accommodation
Comes subtle backlashes
Loss of autonomy
Fostering dependancy
I look up
See arrows pointing ahead
I can’t help but wonder
If I’d be
Better off
Dead
2 flights of stairs
2 more stairs
Who cares
I am counting
Legs burning
From constant churning
Click and trip
Hold myself on the
Red stick
That makes a railing
The no smoking sign above my head
Make it to the second floor
Then off to bed
Keeping the I can
In a world of can’t
Can lead the mislead
Push the final pedal down
Until the spring rose is dead
It is important
To believe in what you can’t
That someday you can
Be where you want
The belief
Rather than stricken grief
Must grow
People won’t think twice before
The remind you once more
That you have never done
This before
Heed only to your own calling
Hold yourself up
From falling
Let hope and belief grow
Let it take you were you want to go
Raining on summer plants
Thirst quenching with water
For your soul will grow
Just like a spring plant
When you say you can
In a world of can’t
The city swells with summer anticipation
Participation in a phenomenon
Of chanting out the spring
Rushing in the summer
People begin to emerge late nights
On Manhattan Ave.
Speaking louder than in the cold months
Making new promises
Creating new lives to be lived
All this as the winter and spring
Give
Way to a new season
Of excitement
To relish again
That warm summer air
Forget winter cold
Take off your jacket
Live without a care
How much damage could we prevent
If we just took the time to say hello
To our neighbors
Not to spy
But to just show that you want to know
How they are doing
I find it amazing that dangerous people
Can live normal lives
In normal houses
With normal neighbors
Quietly living
Yet amazed
That these monsters would not stick out
With a simple hello
One may be able to understand
Through a quick introduction
The heart of a man
People so dangerous
Unruley
Can live as a neighbor right next
To you and me
We are by nature now self governed
I look out for you
You look out for me
So it is now our responsiblity
To ask questions
Know who you live next to
What they do
Simple chat now and then
I offer that you may find
The sinister ways of a fellow
Discovered or remittted
With a simple hello
Over time
Challenges will get easier
But I have lived under the
Misrepresented presumption
I assumed with all known gumption
That somehow
It would get easy
But easier does not imply easy
Easy implies lack of trying
Lack of trying implies lack of caring
So life for me
Will never be easy
Nor would I want it to be
If difficult becomes easier
It becomes manageable
Not easy
Manageable means you still
Must give your best
Under new conditions
Yet the same test
But the false truth
That life would get easy
Was misleading me
Tempting me
Causing me more harm than known
Holding me back from where
I could have grown
I now know and understand
That the true tests of being a man
Will never be easy
And I hope they never will
I hope life continues to test my growing
Will
But I will learn
I will grow
Taking each passing test as I go
Life will never be easy
I will accept all challenges
With greatness of eager
With hope one day
These great challenges
Will be just a bit
Easier
I will take your odds
As odd as it seams
To be on far fetched dreams
No reason or bearing
On the future or past
No reason for overbearing
Copious caring
I will take the odds
Stacked against my favor
To savor each moment
In a town of full life enrollment
I face critics pen and ready
To shake their heads and while
Keeping their hands steady
Conformity breeds
Bland crackers
Watering down
Running into the sewers
Out of the streets
I will take your odds
You odd game
Make my best
Consistently
And soon
I will see
The coffee is decent
The lights are bright
A bit over roasted
But tastes alright
Trying to delay
A return to NYC
No need for me
To sit in traffic
On the BQE
Rain outside
Makes me further delay
Getting anything of substance
Done today
The tolls will wait
The taxis will still be there
Just trying to delay
My return
To the city
Today
From DC
to Jersey
All along the
Eastern
Sea
Board
We make our way
Mightily
Pushing forward
Crazy drivers
And semi soot
I push the gas
With nimble foot
To the next city
The next town
Strum the guitar
Making
Fans
With sounds
Rush
Rush
Hurry
Nothing is worse than
The rush
The bustle of peoples muscles
Pounding pavement
Pushing gas pedals
Standing in Subways
Rush
Rush
Hurry
Don’t let the mind sway or worry
Make it out in traffic
Sit and wait
Just to see if you can take
The
Rush
Rush
Hurry
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