Empty thoughts have consumed my daily hours.

Visions of fields filled with flowers

And pine trees with a scent stronger than the breeze

Enter through my nose and

Merge into my blood stream

Flowing upstream

Attempting to alter the current my heart controls

As if to rebel before the revolution

That has been sparked within my soul unfolds

Into something greater

Than a kid from a family living off bounced checks

Who has dream like Martin Luther,

But speaks like Malcom X.