Another world
lives in the eyes of the anonymous soul

The scent of another planet
The people’s
small talk falls into laughter
Unconscious and unheard
Stories
close the book in short and sweet
choppy sentences on the corner
of pavement  
Amongst the pin drop that is
within reach of our isolated
distance
Slipping into the times…  

Playing out equivocal ideals
from political rhetoric to the misunderstood musician’s point of view
Why can't we keep up?
When fashion prescribes the scene of artistic athletics and makes it known
That all “public figures” aren't going cold celebrity has a new meaning that we are just getting to know
Stories that continue to lose hope
In between the hurt
of sickness and home

I've seen the hopeless
I’ve seen the difference between where I’ve been and how far I’ve come

To live in these cities is like preserving your health in an incubated outdoor human pool


The conscious body gazes vicariously
through its every sculpt  
Landing on every stare
Meeting no one's eyes
Walking away in awakening

The living traipse past the
exhausted’s uncertainty

The trauma felt through
those same eyes
Cause the spring of hope to regain itself

Adapting to the times.