Just Keep Walking

Just keep walking.

If freedom is sight and the ability to dream

but my toll for freedom is the terminal pursuit

I’m advised to keep walking; through my mind, through my thoughts,

through my cons through my pros…

Until I walk off the edge of the last question I just posed.

I guess if you chose to walk with me you might note that this is the start of the end of it.

And by the end of it, I mean the physical, material mass we call the world; as we know it anyway.

This is where it all becomes stranger needless to say…

Where mothers can exterminate their own seeds…but wait,

Then get off Scott-free within a few days.

If you keep walking long enough you can witness the tragedy; it’s on Channel 5, 7, and 9.

Who needs Shakespearean drama when reality is more live.

And now I walk through a world that is fast forwarded in time,

a world that is still not “color blind.”

Where my skin is light skin and her skin is white skin and every

skin we’re in never seems to be the greener of the grasses.

But last I checked on this path was,

That green was a color of a monster that warrants disaster.

What I’m after, is to keep walking…until we can’t tell the difference.

Now walking through the era of life: Instant made.

Where everything is based on a digital social grade.

Connections may form and groups may unite,

But the lack of real human interaction is at an all-time high.

I can also check out my own groceries, vend my movies, shop for clothes, pay my debts.

Everything I do requires no human contact, unless

Technology malfunctions and then everyone’s world stops.

So maybe I’ll just keep walking to the television.

Let the mind-numbing waves fry my individual thoughts and creative stand-out,

Pass by a music video, sub- sub- subliminal handouts.

As it pans out, I’m bobbing my head and moving my mouth.

But these thoughts aren’t mine, sans doubt.

Walking…and watching…a symbolic parade of a society I know nothing about.

And if….I keep walking you might think I’d run out of fuel, but not quite.

Don’t be surprised to find that if you keep walking, you can hear more than just doves cry

Foundations crumbling at night …memories washed up with the tide,

but these foundations were laid by ego and pride.

Love homicide – death to the union cause everyone’s got an agenda

Forget about sincerity because everyone’s got to fend for…them.

So, I keep walking in search of unconditional love; my unicorn.

My never ending story…

I hope you’ll keep walking too in pursuit of the passion we should be mourning.

The downfall of the heart and the rise of hollow glory.

So just keep walking, and I WILL keep walking…and success I will find.

Keep walking…

Until my dream pays the tab for the sights on my pursuit and my freedom is a state of mind.