When i was a little boy and my booties could fit within a small couplet of square metal to which I had been given
I did not question, I did not complain I existed the sights and smells of simple place
I licked the mist that watered plants Crushed coffee beans in the employee lounge for they laughed at such a little boy.
It was 2002 and America was still somewhat free When movie theaters had plastic seats Empty exits Then I sat the edge on watching Pokemon
Living in an electronic simulation Taming, Creating monsters in my spare time Travelling the tri-valley Commute of a thousand years
Today,
It only takes minutes And my soul drips strange when I see the house Devoid of lavender, Cut of oak tree
The park that once held the promise of a century Diminished into brief obscurity As new developments Shaped like matchbox destroy the grass And raise land prices To end the american dream
Paved roads that sang of free take their toll now I cannot see why this could be
What interest could there be To paint our chided memory Out of mind, out of sight?
Now the place I bought grilled cheese Dipped in sharp tang of pickle juice
Bought and sold to an optometrist To continue questioning the vision of our adults