Softly, somewhere, a piano sings
A whispering tune that I have never heard
It’s my hope, the sound of the keys is encouraging
My own fairy tale, just without the violation of words
And I find myself remembering, or at least believing, that
I could remember the place of collective self and happiness
It’s without Greed, the killer, the monster that will devour the world;
A plague that ravages you from the inside.
Legs shaking under the steering wheel, I hide it
Blue lights flashing in the rear-view mirror, an intrusion of the night, they hurt my eyes
A confusing warning, a paranoia sponging up the awkwardness
In that moment, I flash-forwarded to a million scenarios of what was in my pocket
The system is corrupt and weak
But we still believe it
We are abstract clouds that wander through the fields, their sheep
Somehow lost in this crossfire of a country’s desire to everything
I am grateful for good blessings. ❤