Killed the Ego In the Alley

stopped the cross look when walking out & down the steps (humming a song within), did a little jig to miss the cracks when progressing along the sidewalk (making sure as to not “break momma’s back), sure was in his/her better Autumn dancing gear (waiting for others with the energy--- full of song & love in the heart) & there weren’t enough frowns in the afternoon overcast that could shed dark down upon her/his impending afternoon delight (now the world is said oyster if said eater digs the oysters), kicking her/his kicks like it’s going out of style, ipod ringing a special rhythm (new favorite song---connecting him/her with everyone), don’t need to be in front or even part of a crowd when the selves when the selves are getting down (making a scene in order to be seen), when the sun shone down & park benches full of folks start to come alive, come alive, come alive, come live, come alive! s/he paid tribute to all the artists that s/he adored when s/he killed that ego in the alley on her/his way to work, falling in love with those dancing with her/him, casting out those trying to do him/her in & for a split second (long enough to set a precedent for a lifetime in perspective), started to really enjoy life.