Behind the clouds

My feet lead me through the city
where the streets whisper in my ear
and strangers seem to have pity

My ears lead me through the noise
of capitalist cars
that seem to have no choice

My dreams lead me through the night
filled with fear of stalking shadows
though I was hoping for delight

Behind the clouds the day awaits
when my alarm clock beeps
I will not be there late.

2017-07-05T15:17:07+00:00