I thought I might Drown in sweat when I heard the sound FX Of fingernails running down my fence Was it rioters, rats or malcontents? I pulled my blinds back a crack like Malcolm X
The scene was sirens, violence, car alarms My neighbour waving from his yard with half an arm Vietnam in the suburbs, the walking dead Burning down the house like Talking Heads A city on fire not a city of god A city that hides from a hideous mob
It’s never been so easy to be disenfranchised with life. Everything is being squeezed. Hard to be inspired when any effort seems futile.
Probably by design
Today, promise me you’ll stop and close your eyes and listen to what’s around you. Stop and feel the wind or sun on your face. Take something back be it a fraction of a second. Remember how small we are in comparison to the rest of the universe. We I’ll all be dust soon, enjoy your walk to the end of the cliff, we will all fall off it eventually.
Pay mind to what’s important, and if you turn your phone off, it becomes unimportant.