The eight year old puts on his motorcycle helmet
The long-haired woman sleepily awaits the bus
The grandmas wonder what the fuss is about
The car backs out of the driveway
The missing kitty kat flier blows in the wind
The recycling bins wait their pickup turn

Is there a change a coming?
And will it even matter?
Darkness and lightness just produce gray

The barefoot man watches from his porch the zombies walk on by
The pansy runs wildly by
SLOW shines brightly meaninglessly

The sleeping body fully covered on the ground

Everyone just keeps going

The STOP sign shines brightly meaninglessly

Is there a change a coming?

And will it even matter?

Darkness and lightness just produce gray

The masses unload from the bus

Like zombies they then board the train

Standing to the right descending into the abyss

No eye contact

Silly phone games entertain

Is there a change a coming?

And will it even matter?

Darkness and lightness just produce gray

The sunsets and out from the abyss they emerge

Feet drag with heavy set shoulders

A few hours of fake rest

Vapid shows to dull the void

Does any of it even matter?

Awaken! 

Awaken!