BREAD CRUMBS

The world is like bread crumbs

Which fell off the table of a poor man
There are shadows in everyone's reality
There are devils in everyone's sleep.
Last night,
I remembered when Mom said
"The wicked go to hell"

Then the good?
Last night I realized
That Martin had no dream
I realized that Abraham was no Lincoln
And the Bushes shouldn't be "Georged".

People laugh at you when you dream
I have worn different shades of impossible
But I never kept them on
Those who are laughed at
Always get clappee for at the end
Not the beginning

I might have written my heart out
Broke my fears like Kola on this plain sheet of paper
I might have poured out my anger and resentment
Like libation, to dignitaries that once existed
To dead trees that once persisted

I might have been haunted
Alone, wrapped in nothing but my nakedness
Trying to cover my face in shame, with no palms.

I might have thought
I might have cried
I might have walked up to the utensil room
To grab a knife to cut my throat
But ended up cutting my relationships.

The world is like bread crumbs, Scattered
Nobody loves you
Except you have a beautiful face
Or you fit into a stereotype, typed
Somewhere in their heads

Money rules the world like Glo™
If you just can't connect
You would end up climbing hills to get network
Which others get on plain grounds
I've cried without shedding tears
I've been afraid without admitting fear