This is a ride you never been on before..
Or maybe you have… This ride…
This ride encompasses many miles.
Through the eyes of a little boy to the soul of an old soul.
Let me tell you about this ride.
The road is very narrow and weary.
One mistake can be fatal.
You ever see the pain through someone’s eyes?
Another waves and smiles.
There is death on this ride.
There is life on this ride. Builders building, singers singing.
Drivers not looking…
People walking with no direction or purpose.
Eating and holding hands while they cross the street.
But no one knows my name. It’s cool…
You still on this ride?
The piano strokes play according to every bump.
Enough air to keep this Jun E lion alive…
Flashbacks of carrying crack around in that alley.
I wonder if it has the same stones.
As he sits on the wooden log, staring at me as if it’s my fault.
I stare back with love.
This little part of the journey is to restore the reason we are here in the first place.
One day I will end this…
And although I want the prize, I will settle for a better place…
It’s hard on this strip ’cause looking in their eyes is like
looking in mine…