Little, Man

~

What I want is my life to be this simple

without worry of having my innocence

taken away.

We look at ourselves in hundreds of ways

each one a still life of who we are.

An orderly day amidst the chaos of

nature mingling with concrete.

He hasn’t any desire to see beyond

the reception he asks in their eyes,

In his eyes are the world that surrounds

him this precise moment,

beyond any fear or pain or thought.

For that is our greatest nemesis,

when life’s ambitions are suddenly

trapped within the scrutiny of society,

drawn by a visual map of absurdity.

Perhaps the pigeons would like

an opportunity to caution little,

Man