a few

Sensory overload
my soul with varied energies & colors
entwined to show perspectives & forms
new eyes on reality
doesn't discriminate against dreams
from the deep canyons of our minds
connect to convey an individual way
to leave this reality

Concrete words fill the air
seeping through cracks in the mirror of society
creates an illusion of individuals
existing within the whole
world waiting for a change
happens when words are made into actions
can be predicted & manipulated
into controversial words of dissent
fuels evolution & the exchange
between two worlds is limited
expression occurs within a mirror
shows what we are & what we have become
illusions of beings who can't be
defined by words

Sitting on a curb counting change
to have an orderly life from nine to five
people plea for change
is screamed for every May first
we're seen then we're heard & ignored
by the man in a suit & tie
together ideas of equality & freedom
can only exist when some are slaves
will never cease to work
the streets all day & night
we sleep and ignore the dreams
we had before settling
into a life of the mundane
is preferred when the alternate is suffering
on the dirty streets
searching for change