To the One that died before I knew of His existence

I stand dazed like the million fifteen           
That felt you rat-a-tat-tat-tat right through their pecs           
And shook up to look at the way you walked this earth            
Adjusting our specs to spot the mistrust  
Ricocheting off the Cover of our flesh       
Its dust coalescing the clouds between us.           
        
You ask me to find a way out. Can I?          
     
Maybe I’ll shed a drop, draw the sheets           
Then act the scene       
                just as it is.      



[ Dedicated to the immortal words of Tupac Shakur's "Changes"]