Concrete Inquisition

Routines slack the soul

A decision was made

“I’m using my good ole rollerblades today”

Charged with adrenaline and a smiley face

Rolling down the Asphalt with glee

“I was sick of home anyway”

Dogs bark and children skip rope

Cars cruising at insane pace

“Better be careful now”.

Crack heads roaming out and about

Gun shots heard from a distance

“Nothing changes here”.

Yet a grin emerges childishly

Despite all the crap around us

“Life is great!”