Space Between Spaces (a spoken word poem)
The cars, the signs, the noise,people with all their toysThe street lightsThe city fightskeeps me up at night. The grind, the push, the stressGotta keep moving through this messDon't slow downToo many smiles covered up with a frown Our lives are the words that everyone shoutsWho said this is what it's all about? We rant and we rageBeCause the rules written down on a pageHave become the bars of our prison cell,keeping us locked in this illusion of Hell.Fuck the roses and their smell. . . Yeah…See More
