Fire Within A Roar

Fingertips

The online activist
Gets me thinking
Should I get to typing
But there's the thought
We were there struggling
While you were running
The wrong way
To the blind side
It's easier with eyes closed
I too don't like the traffic lights
Because I see those eyes
The ones that pierce the conscious
So do I get to typing
Because words mean nothing
When we're too blind to see
The ever threatening lightning