And the sky,
Bloomed into reds,
Clouds whispered past,
Dark trees and their leaves.
Ears perked to the sound of birds,
Flying through the air.
Golden rays washed the,
Hills with color.
I stood there,
Juggling my keys in hand,
Keen to view the world in a new,
Light that I had not seen before.
Morning was born and even,
Now I felt like a fresh child,
Originating from the dirt,
Presented upon its face.
Questing for understanding and,
Reasoning in this,
Sorrowful and spitting,
Time of trials of,
Uniquely focused hatred with,
Vicious intend to destroy,
What man has worked for,
Xenophobes the lot of them,
Yet here I stand within this
Zoo that calls itself the world.

All ages contained within,
Bare bars to the windows,
Cold creeps to each his own,
Doing dangerous tasks for nothing.
Endless energy flowing in my veins,
Fucking forget about it, I've had enough,
Gazing gold as it pours on the earth.
Hoping he might not answer,
Investigating intrepid souls,
Jostling just to get a handful.
Killing kin just to get ahead,
Like licking bloody palms,
Made murderous for alms,
No name need be shamed.
Oedipus organized the blindness to us all,
Punctured pupils and death at Colonus,
Quiet Questions go unanswered,
Rivers running red with answers.
Still standing I look out,
Time testing me to do something.
Unable, unknown reasons permeate me.
Vain villainy at my door step,
What will I do?
Xanthic xyster cover'd in rust,
You yourself do not know what,
Zinc Zebra will crumble before dawn.

A rage comes over me,
Before I know what it is,
Carelessly I step forth,
Driving hard to win.
Effortlessly I run,
Forward and fast,
Going against all common sense,
Hoping, praying,
I see another dawn.
Jousting with fate I say,
Killing myself for no reason.
Like kite flying in a storm,
Muted thoughts as I plunge in,
No hands to hold me back,
Organs harden to stone,
Plunging headlong into the fire,
Quiet my heart, no more beating,
Rally all,
Strength to me and tear my muscles,
Tonight I see my fate.
Up before me I see my destiny.
Villain or saint, neither suit me,
Wasted has my effort been,
Xenophobic the world remains,
Yearning to not be this,
Zoo on a rock, our cages to ourselves.