Walking along these streets
I hear the birds tweet
As people post what they think
I heard the news fake
And people take
Seriously
False narratives
Continuously
I look over my back
And back my over
For every movement
At this point is covert
As I stride along
People and pawns
I check the mate
And take the queens arm
On this chessboard of war
For time and it's law
I've been walking along these streets
But maybe I should
Run
Wind in my hair
Through my skull
It blows
Faster than my face
Over the earths pull
The taste of speed
Every mile an hour
Delivers me
Away from slow
If there be a finish line
To start with a go
Walking or running
Perhaps these streets are coming
For a race of humans
Ability to know
What is real