Stop and write about “flames dancing in the exhalation of air” if you wish. Or you could [[a mind to meander|go back to where the river begins]]. ---- ### To Walk The Streets At Night To walk the streets at night without fear that burns through the souls of your shoes To walk the streets at night without skin that blends into the night sky is to walk without holes in your shoes Holes in you Bullets fly faster than words can leave your mouth Faster than you could ever run with a pair of worn-down shoes This happens to people on the news but now it's happening to you Face turned up to the sky The fear that once burned holes in your shoes burns holes in your head Death is not something someone so young should face At the hands of a man who calls himself a god A pale-faced man mocks you where you lay What will they say, at the rallies Your name? Will they tell the story of your worn-out shoes and runner’s legs Or will they tell the story of your death Bullet to the head faster than you had a chance to speak To run Why did you run? If you had just stayed put If you hadn’t been so adamant on resisting the man who wanted you dead Maybe you should have groveled at his feet instead Bowed down to the man who calls himself god Who took your life simply because he couldn’t tell the difference between [[you and the night sky]] Now there is no difference your soul rests among the stars The civil unrest continues But it will never bring you back - Louis Keeton