The Freedom Dream

What are the boundaries of the freedom dream?

I hear the bells ringing.

I smell the dough rising.

I feel the rain falling on the dessert.

And then I wake up.

2013_08_09_MLKMOW1 urgency of now

 

Blue Fountain Day

blue fountain

pic taken from uwishunu.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why this bleary eyed woman

is clutching her face.

Why this messenger-bag-clad cycler

sings loudly on his race.

Why Center City’s heart’s pounding

and I can’t match it’s pace.

 

It’s a blue fountain Friday

and I just want to sleep.

It’s a blue fountain Friday.

And my weariness runs deep.

It’s a blue fountain Friday

and all focus is gone

It’s a blue fountain Friday

just leave me alone.

 

And this Prada clad desi

flirts easily nearby,

and while her heel’s grinding downward

I look to the sky

It’s bright blue like the fountain

but I’m still not sure why…

 

It’s a blue fountain Friday

and I just want to sleep.

It’s a blue fountain Friday

and my weariness runs deep.

It’s a blue fountain Friday,

and all focus is gone

It’s a blue fountain Friday

just leave me alone.