i try to understand what it is all about
i feel people find me hard to understand
i would like the benefit of doubt

they laid me to rest
closed my eyes
so still i slept

all alone in a big bad world
on a big bad day
one that steals a dreamers’ dreams
and leaves you with nothing to say

fingers move
reaching for the tall
brain seems muddled
or perhaps too full

this day, that day
count the hours
they all seem the same
too many problems
not nearly enough solutions

our government is welded to to class
and tightly bolted to a sense of entitlement
then they riveted solidly to their own ego
so how can they ever care for us?

politics and politicians
as well as political issues
are like waves,
small waves that lap against the shore
they are small waves
that people can jump or avoid

if anyone –
ever tells you –
that,
they want you –
to speak up

when did that idea
so readily come along
perhaps, in some railway tunnel
where a light once shone