"TELL ME IT'S SO"

"TELL ME IT'S SO"

"ALONG THE WAY"

I find myself feeling guilty at 75, because I am not working full time in a regular gig as society has crammed work ‘til you die down our throats. The economy is designed for working stiffs and the powers that have created we work ‘til we die then just throw us away. So tired of Elons, Jeffs, etc. etc. I am fed up. Yes, it is my concern because if I do not say anything with my background and education, then my blood pressure goes 'way high. Unfortunately, the ultra-ultra rich do not care and if democracy does not win, we are going away on the trains, and it will not be the subway. Truth. No conspiracy theories. My body is not a political pawn. We must speak up. My friend refuses to talk about anything about our bodies and regular mundane everyday living because the orange buffoon makes tying one’s shoelaces a big crime. So, knock these Nazis out. Yes, they are Nazis. I do not bury my head in sand.

I stand here looking down to the city below.

Tell me it’s so

Far below.

This mountain I find myself standing on

For a long song,

Filled with all the crevices and trees,

That sway this way,

And that way,

As we stand together looking down to the city below.

Tell me it’s so.

Far below

I watch the cars driving across the highway,

As I travel in my dreams of peace and love.

Along the way

You say,

This is love or peace or joy

To employ

Reactions as we work, create, and wait for the day,

To say to you,

To them,

To us,

To everyone,

We work, we walk, we talk,

We slide down the mountain side,

To drive, to love, everyone,

As we continue our stride,

Of life,

Living in old age

Burn our sage,

Engage to meditate.

That is fate.

I found myself on the boulevards of life

And time, space, and dreams,

As I stepped down out of the subway to the light,

In the city we must eat, drink, dance, walk, talk, sleep, greet.

The sun is bright out of sight,

Or it is in sight

In the night?

I stand here looking down to the city below.

Tell me it’s so,

Far below.

This mountain I find myself standing on

For so a long song

Filled with all the crevices and trees

That sway this way

And that way

As the music plays

Along the way.

WRITTEN BY

VICKI LAWANA

CREATED IN MUSIC FORM, WRITTEN EXCLUSIVELY BY VICKI, & PRODUCED EXCLUSIVELY BY VICKI

A PROSE, A POEM, A SONG, A COMMENTARY OF LIFE IN 2024.

COPYRIGHT 2024

TRUSSELLI ART

OCTOBER 2, 2024