Saturday, March 12, 2005

sitting cross-legged on the cold hard floor

7:11am

A city. A city on fire. A city of fire.
You can see it, you can see it.

Control is gone. Is gone. Gone
It went away when we sold our bodies to the factories
It went away when we traded our minds for their ideals
It went away when we bought into the illusion of sanity
It’s okay to scream. Okay to scream. Scream.

Dreams are gone. Are gone. Gone.
They fled when we sold them prepackaged with little pink bows on top.
They fled when we set them on a shelf and kept them only for display.
They fled when we let them go.
It’s okay to cry. Okay to cry. Cry.

Truth is gone. Is gone. Gone
It died when it got tangled up with our apathy.
It died when it became inconvenient.
It died a long, long time ago.
It’s okay to see. Okay to see. See?

A city. A whole of a city. A hole of a city.
You can see it, you can see it.

It can see you.

7:33am