Pathetic acts

 
Stop all the traffic; a million ants are passing by.
Red light, Amber light, waiting on a Green light.
All the windows have their curtains closed inside,
And nobody knows how to feel secure beneath the night sky.


Do a hand-stand, against the man,
So he can hear from the bottom of your soul,
As it refuses to accept his master plan.  
Tell him it is time for you to go.


Become a light inside the storm.
Become guidance to those who are torn,
Between loving life and complete apathy.
Falling from the top of a tree.
I am not the leaper that I used to be,
But still here I stand speaking in symmetry.


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