There are many types of Smiles
Some are happy, some are fake
We all have a Smile
Somewhere, waiting to be awake

The Smiles that we wear can show so much pain
But only to people who want to see
Until then, I will put on my mask
Wondering who I am to be

I’m not supposed to be this way
At such a young age
Others so full of life
I’m stuck here bound to my cage

One day I’ll find my smile
Giving me a reason to be whole
Until then I’ll be here
Waiting for everything to take its toll

things can be different
from different point of views.
the same sceneries can be dull
or they can be filled with hues.

the flickering flame can burn
or the flame can be warm.
the water can quench thirst
or the water can bring storm.

we don't have to think alike,
we don't have to be the same.
for some people my words could mean
and for some they could be lame.

All of you below
Are little tiny ant-people
Bumbling through these funny streets
Hidden beneath my shadow.

With their cut cuticles of hair
And those knotted clumps of muscle
Around the pebble streets they roam
To destinations unknown

All around are towers of steel
All air conditioned and ventricled
Made of stone and office drone
They are the buzzing hives of employables

On the street the blood cells meet
On embolic artery of Battery
On varicose Vein of Sansome
The exoskeleton of this city
Curbed with Grey
and auburn streaks

Far away
Beyond the bay
In the neck of a wood's decay
The tiny ants feast on bark
As cars fly past on an interstate.