That was she
Writing her heart out
With some glee
Carrying it through
Day by day as I wish
The work would not
Go lost and astray
Maybe someone would notice
Give her a break today
Before she lost her chance
And everything disappeared
Suddenly in chaosis and disarray
Is seen all around
Up above without frowns
From the blue sky
To the well cut grass
It is something one sees
When they look here, there and everywhere
Touched by the smell, the feel, the sound
The trees and flowers are suddenly found
As we carry ourselves to the ground
Stopping again to see what is there
While smiling and turning the page
With happiness, contentment, and no rage
Is one that is true
For family and friends
They are there
To see me through
Holding my self with pride up high
Not letting fear or dispair
Get me by on this ride
As I keep on pushing forward
And rising up high
While waving at those
That are nearby
So I lose myself in the city streets
As I'm kidnapped by Inquisitiveness and curiosity.
Eyes recognize what the ears know,
Feet tread on street children's concrete beds.
They flood tarmac hour after sour hour, bare-soled,
Beggin' tycoons who respond from a distance
By hurriedly and ignorantly elevatin' electric windows.
Behind comes the ordinary man
Who opens his not-so-electric window of his heart,
And out comes a creased lunch bag where resides
A slice of crust and infinite crumbs of care.
Downtown, the bitter side, seems better
And bares a fancy face of deception
Whilst bloody internally and full of screams
That amplify when darkness arrives.
Happy and sad, creatin' waves of confusion
In the air full of chemistry-reactions,
A nature man's worst nightmare,
A factory tycoon's globe-warming share
Who gives the shelter cotton and woolen care
Only to dress his ego in the process.
So now the ordinary man rests,
The nocturnal demons and apprentices work.
Time to escape the streets and their temptation.
Time to shed tears for pain-receptive hearts.