I’m running- Sliding into the scene- On the escalator- Fast forwarding- Had a good breakfast- To plug my power chord in- Did you hear explosions in Yemen- Did you see the Mid-East erupt- News never makes sense- But can you stand still- Too much inertia- To look past- Your personal barbed wire fence- Hold me up so I can see- Past these bobbing heads- You know ones that wear ties- See the world in black and white- Did you see the fear on their faces?- You donate blood- Or money- Sometimes the two are the same- In return, peace of mind- Mends a guilty conscience- Did you see the wanderlusts on the streets? Children unclothed- Old men and women sleeping in the cold- The hippies drumming for peace- To a 60’s generation beat- Red light girls gone empty- Leftovers of they’re former selves- When warmth showers, love can live in concrete towers- Although you can’t see it all the time- In all these midnights- I heard singing somewhere- Hope disguised, clues on every turn- In every alley way- I'm not gonna find it- I know if I do, I'll never want to leave it- But it’s sweet lullaby- Is a beam of guiding light-Birth sign: Libra
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