The parade is passing while children are throwing candy unknowingly laced with poison into the open palms of those blinded by chasing the American dream all the way into the open grave dug by those who planted false ideas and needs.
I am hiding in art galleries and sneaking through back alleys to remain in silence and pick up as much candy as possible.
I am just a periferal glimpse with noble attempts, but their eyes are as jaded as my heart tries to be and perhaps I am seen as a vagabond without meaning or purpose.
If I can **** the poison in at least one vein, then perhaps dealing with the grey skies can be worth it.