I park my decade ride on the black pavement
world famous mall by any means necessary
Tucked against the edge is not a mystery
The ground-breaking divide
pushing wind to-fro
Against me
Towards me
How I do?, how am I still here
Swept under fraud, scandals and pushed over the line
Revolution
The system is the same but it works for for you than it works for me
Others aren’t but ten miles apart, but all other do
Seems so much up in the clouds
And down here there’s not only a single tree
What’s with all this parking under my feet
when the cost of being forgotten is not free
Victim of the one’s own urban crime-less crime
Reconciliation
Can it be foreseen? Can it be fixed?
It’s only right that what had no history
Becomes history and fails to live up to it
I drive away another decade from the black pavement
Famously forgotten mall by no means necessary.
Leave the camera on.
superficial words journal 