Collision of Conscience

Collision of conscience

Collision of conscience
caused quite a scene
as the King of Carnivals
collected cans for con artists

Rolling rocks race downward
spiraling the dodgers dream
Dead on arrival desperate
clinging to carnal truths

Steam engine bone-dry
tapestry threads shredding
inhaling fibers blinking eyes
tears roll down but it ain't crying

Cars conquest,
the arteries of the city
granting rich and poor alike no pity
when raindrops are mud
we all get dirty
no matter your soul
no matter its toll

Birth
was your first misstep
Death
will fix everything