by Arjan Khalsa, Copyright © 2021
Hipsters steppin round homeless
Maytag crates front fancy shops
This side upside down
The stylin and the strugglin
Buzzin on the city blocks
In the cool cold side of town
Trucks pound the pavement
Roar down the urban gorge
Drivin through my bones
I stoop beneath the buildings
That rise up from the forge
Of the rusty industrial zone
Where can I go?
Looking for illumination
I find the non-stop neon feast
City lights galore
Dashing flashing billboards
Crowds glow underneath
But my own light dims some more
Is this where I go?
I can’t be bright. . . . here
I don’t feel right . . . here
I can’t be bright
Let go
Oh
I’ll rise
Above the sky line
Headin in a new direction
Sittin on the uptown train
Think I like this ride
Want to look out at the city
Reflection in the window pane
Guess I got to look inside
Thoughts steppin round feelings
Emotions front my mind
But I ain’t upside down
Maybe I can do this
Go inside and unwind
Riding through this town
In here. . . Can I go?
Can I be bright. . . . In here?
Feel right . . . In here?
Can I be bright?