Down at the Pavement

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Recently saw a man singing country in the pavement, asking for change. Inspiration came shortly after.

Submitted: January 09, 2014

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Roadside, a vagrant strummed his acoustic bass,

Amidst eddies of concrete and glass,

With waves of steel overflowing.

He sang of vast plains of organic grass,

A simple life back at the farm,

Where man succeeded by the strength of his arm.

Not by status, deceit, bills or fame,

But by hard work and endless perseverance.

A pity that it had all went to flames.

Now he was consumed by ambivalence,

A testament of our modernity,

Swooned again by such rustic beauty,

While drowning in the complexities of the Urban,

We rambled about the things we had to ban,

The things we could do, the things that we could not do.

Tied in the confines of Life co.

Real freedom is ethereal.

For as long as man can dream, we are free,

Alas, within the confines of creativity.


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