Look Up

Walking down the street
Surrounded on all sides
By concrete

I see a shadow by my feet
Looking up I see a man pass over
Arms outstretched
Flying free

I wished for a moment
I could be free
To be carried effortlessly
By invisible strings

I must stay
In this broken system
Here are those that look up to me
To ask the questions
Those in power don't want to hear

In this manufactured land
Manned by manufactured people
They call a great society