Street jeans

Worn everyday

Out on the road

Looking for a home

There are the same

Jeans

I wore

From a year ago

And many more

Death to small business

Rise to the superpower

Death to individualism

Rise to the homogeneous thought

No more pluralism

We all tune in to the same

Scheduled program

Choose red or blue

And move on

The new way

Has no individual path

Rather a complete

One

Voice

Homogyny

Irony

Fit in or be cast away

Relegated to the depths of

Social rebuke

Heaven forbid

We think for ourselves

That would be moot

Full of controversy

So just fit in

Watch it all

Take it in

As everyone else does

And wave goodbye

To individuality

One to ten

How angry or zen

Are we as a county

I am certainly not exact

In my knowledge

But most people

Seem

Angry

All the hype

All the build-up

To what

For what

Is there real change in the

Air

Or just a new way to declare

More of the same

With new names

I hope the hype can settle

So we can get back to

Work

The stuff that no one

Really want to do

Except me and you

I have my own

Badge of pollution

That I make every day

As I go through the motions

I have to adhere to a higher calling

One in which I can rise

And stop falling

In the zone

From the complete

To the unknown

Created moments

Form a memory

From long long ago

Waiting to enter

Back

Into the

Zone

This word

With so few meanings

Yet one specific

Get me leaning

Towards productivity

In the early morning hours

When all is not lost

But is yet to be gained

I have

Initiative

To lay claim

To the day ahead

Go far and wide

The one I have made

With strokes

Passing

From the evening parade

I have an idea

That only can be made in time

Passing the pen through

The line