When you’re staring at the same horizon
waiting for something to change
It’ll take centuries
for something to even start to fade
But me, I’ll fade
faster than the black of the polaroid you used to capture the fleeting smile on my face
I’ll hide because I’m scared
Scared of the things that I know won’t please you
but are the things that I am dying to do
Scared of the things that I’ve hidden away
Because of the scars and of the pain I know they’ll inflict and I know they will stay
Deep inside of you because I know you don’t believe.
Don’t believe in anything except the game.
The game of transactions and trades.
The game of currency and exchange.
What I believe is something that is red, not green.
Something I can feel, not something that can be seen.
Something I can’t grab onto, or trade for a meal, but I guarantee that when I get it, I’ll have a fire in my chest that you will never feel.
The only fire you will know is the one that you have lit.
The one that burned the bridge that made me realize that you were the root of it.
It is a problem that runs through the veins of every man, woman and child
that is brought into a life where survival is a cruel routine, and difference is vile.
It is a problem where those of us who believe are shunned and stuffed in the corner, given only enough to keep the blood running through us to watch us bleed.
It is the greed in your face,
the hunger in your heart for the green that doesn’t feed you, but for the green that controls you.
Those little pieces of paper that have consumed you.
But what if I lit a fire, just like you did?
Lit one that could burn a hundred times faster than the one that started it?
I’d stare deep into that red that runs through my veins, finally unleashed.
I crave for that day, I wish for it.
But of course, that will never happen.
I’ll sit here, staring at the same horizon.
Waiting for something, because I don’t have the guts to make it happen.
Matchbox in hand, only striking it so I can see it end.
So I can be pulled back to reality,
where I will follow the trend.