In between the days which are the pages of my existance,
I let go of the fear, let my wounds bleed exposed to the winds of change
within this cage of cash coupons and color coded criminals,
where the sun rise only to tell a story of a prisoner
who is said to be free in a context of Democracy,
His freedom is limited to the card system bar-coded
and ready to be sold to the highest bidder
in the market of souls, flesh and blood...

Head hunters make alliances with the slave masters,
pastors preaching a pre-paid gospel,
the prophet in the streets shouting,
"go tell it to the mountain, set my people free, set my people free"...

In a theatre of dreams where passion pushes performance.
It can take one a lifetime to see beyond these walls,
Beyond the grinding machine and the till rhythm,
life is lived and experienced

Let not the coins take away
reason and common sense
live to experience not through the lens
but in natural light.