To Syd

[Revolte]

“ To Syd “

In hellish conformity,
walk many the same
directionless zombies,
who think in refrain

Plain forest of bricks,
concreting a maze
building by building,
dignity fades

And out comes a wolf,
with hair in red glow
pierced breath of relief,
a modern Monroe

A saint to the street,
tattooing my eyes
restless as motion,
scorching the skies

A walking revolt,
with fiery eyes
dawning result,
to questioning mind

As free as the air,
as strong as the wind
a motive for freedom,
a goddess named Syd