What I want is my life to be this simple
without worry of having my innocence
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,