Lost in a clarion of whispering voices.
Mao Dun says that ‘you have the right to promote your own happiness’
Just like everyone else.
Weapons of mass consumption litter the streets
People afraid to ask why we are bereft of ideas
Left or right
Dark alleyways come alive with the words of Bob Dylan  
“How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home…..”

A place of constant energy
And personal experience
A sight nurtured to glorious vision
Now can only see translated images.
Faded to leave us in the dark
And questions of vulnerability, depth and analysis.
Have become a solemn species

Paths of beauty destroyed
By the wind blowing through their black world
A constant search for blindness
To fulfill their empty lives

Going anywhere is enough

But I am full of the ecstasy of life
Loud and clear streets

Knowledge, an unconstrained heaven
Often comes with showers of sound
From obscurity of thought
Gleams a star

A wind of change.