On the threshold of language
I seek the cavities in which
to hide my insecurities. For every
penny tossed in the fountain, there
are five hundred people who discovered
disappointment in the dead of night.
When will we transcend our wallets
and forge past our
most basic human need?
If we can cognitively construct thoughts
of freedom, songs of change, it is a surprise
to find ourselves wading through hell.
Our capitalistic dreams lend an
easy path to oppression, a lake
to stand in alone while wondering
where all the people went.
I awoke at 1:38am with
some feverish feeling of my own
captivity. I have known the freedom
of wandering as I am inspired, of staking
a claim on my own happiness. It cannot be
the as fleeting as our youth.
I seek the cavities in which
to hide my insecurities. For every
penny tossed in the fountain, there
are five hundred people who discovered
disappointment in the dead of night.
When will we transcend our wallets
and forge past our
most basic human need?
If we can cognitively construct thoughts
of freedom, songs of change, it is a surprise
to find ourselves wading through hell.
Our capitalistic dreams lend an
easy path to oppression, a lake
to stand in alone while wondering
where all the people went.
I awoke at 1:38am with
some feverish feeling of my own
captivity. I have known the freedom
of wandering as I am inspired, of staking
a claim on my own happiness. It cannot be
the as fleeting as our youth.
