Tripping.
Tripping,
Because…
Because society says so.
That’s why.
Tell me I’m wrong,
When…

You have war in the streets, but
I’m wrong to complain.
And you ridicule,
Free thinkers,
And you call them insane.
When you try to take liberties,
That are permanently engraved.

And sell us consumption;
****** abundance;
Utter redundant,
Dreams among us.

Marketing schemes,
Big budget dreams,
Jobs that disappear,
But,
Keep optimistic,
Don’t fear.

Take a trip in your nation,
Consumed with corpulent creatures,
Once known human,
Easily seen,
Wiping Big Mac sauce from their lips,
Clutching Old Navy Bags,
Drinking Starbucks coffees.

Little change do you receive,
From a store,
When it all goes on plastic.

What people don’t realize,
Is that credit,
Is misplaced poverty.
And people speaking their minds,
And making a difference,
Are treated with disrespect,
It’s humanities ignorance.

So next time,

You see a man on the street:
Playing a guitar;
Singing a song;
Painting a portrait;
Projecting a message;
Getting along.

Think this:

There are a lot of way to describe credit.
Only one for money.
You can want to make money.
Or you want to deserve credit.

It only depends on how, you
Think of that.
But one thing that’s always true,
Is the sound of change,
Hitting the inside of a cup.