Becoming Me

Beyond The Lie

(8-05-03)

The smell of the city,
Car exhaust
Concrete
Broken glass and
Pavement.
Cleaning truck rolls by
Spraying gutters filled with
Filth
Nothing washes away.
Makes me think of
Burningman.
How hordes of moisture hungry people
Follow water trucks
Just to get
cool.
Wash away my sins.
Take me to the river.
The smell of wet pavement
Always makes me think of
Youth.
Blind, happy days.
No demons here.
The smell of futures
Yet to be
Realized.
The smell of hope and anguish.
Tender hearts broken,
Life unfolding,
But always with a promise of
Better things to come.
Those days are
Long time passed for me.
Still I see,
Still I smell
the future of our youth.
I hope the truth may come to them.
I hope they take a better path than I.
I hope they see beyond the pain.
I hope they see beyond the lie.