How the top of her head,
shines like stunning gold.
Pretty in the warmth,
even more so in the cold.
How things begin to change,
as you go further down the strip.
People rearranged,
no more parking with a tip.
No one guarding building doors,
to get your bag with sincerity.
Confused, there's elderly galore!
You have it backwards if you asked me.
Roads no longer smooth,
it just becomes a one way maze.
Miss your stop, you lose.
Cut through the park,
you better pray.
No more chandeliers, through open windows...
how I dream.
Children guarded rails,
monkey bars hiding dirty schemes.
On top of one another,
in the elevator with your shopping cart.
Hold on there little brother,
just call my name if we're pulled apart.
How I sighed at my blindness,
this is a world I did not know.
Though I pray for open kindness,
In my cerebellum, the thought still grows.
Do I let repetition continue,
the unfairness so blatantly clear.
Can't even eat where there's laminated menu's,
walk through the door and regarded with fear.
How we all have this fascination,
to domain a land that isn't ours.
In elementary, they taught us one nation,
but even that is now sealed with God.