music in the park

another weeknight,

another batch of clouds,

a bucket of balls,

before the pails of rain,

worried souls,

cash crunches and tapped out hearts,

another restless night,

with panicked dreams,

of corporate cannibals,

burning out the landfills,

trying to kill the music,

a failed experiment,

of rich men in leather chairs,

hidden behind curtains of conformity,

the "opium of the masses,"

making us skeletons of fear,

screaming in lonely rooms,

but then I heard music,

and I awoke to remember,

the world is my own,

another crisis was part of the lies,

another passing storm,

another sunrise.