He dissociates in the crowd
To a place where they’re not there
He dissolves to find a way
To disassemble those who dare not care
Why participate in rituals
Where one side will clearly be wrong
Why adopt worn out opinions
That will change again before long
I stand amidst a freeway
Atop my simple dotted line
As the cars go flying by me
I’m unphased; yes I am fine
They can’t shake my confidence
Or impart their made up lies
Because my dotted line goes on
As they just drive on by
He associates ideas around him
About those who stare out there
He resolves to find a way
To assemble at a place where she’s there
Why partake in foolish bickering
When your side will be wrong to the other
Why not stand back and watch them fall
Another and another
I stand amidst a freeway
Atop my simple dotted line
As the cars go flying by me
I’m unphased; yes I am fine
They can’t strike me where I stand
I won’t lie down; to them, consign
Feel the breeze, it means I’m still here
Safely on my dotted line
1 comment:
So a bunch of Vehicles are going down your line...
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