Rubbing Shoulders With the Streets

For the sun is yet to rise Are you alive, where do you reside? I can’t see you, it’s like you have been put on ice. Give me a piece of you and not a slice Life is like a game of dice. You throw it hoping to get a six, until you realize that the is no quick fix No matter how much I cry or try I just can’t seem to get this right. Would you look at that, the clouds are clearing. The weight of the world I am not longer bearing. I can see the horizon, I feel like I am now living in unison. Once again, I can see the sun shining. And I can feel myself smiling, for the sun has risen… and my joy will never again remain hidden. Innocentia Somo