On Broadway

Free Verse

The moment I picked
up my pen
I let chance end
Good intentions
I left dead
There is no one day
in the future
Or we may cross
paths again
Now I make it 
all happen
Luck, power, drive,
And opportunity
The hate? It's
just a tornado
I'm a seasoned
survivor
I already know—
bathtub or the bunker
The wind blows
until it goes
But my life? It's
the ocean
I used to let them
float, sink, or swim
Now, I churn the sand
So they gotta live 
in the air
And move on from 
following 
To become poor little
Big Brothers
Who bow their heads 
and tune their ears
What will they do
based on what they hear?
Nothing, just harrass
with their favorite thrill
called fear
Proud apathetic liars
But it isn't deceit—
Like destiny they
were written
To try to play
me
Now I push my pen
and 26' is the horse
I figure I sit back
and enjoy the year
With my favorite
beer of choice.