What if, baby, I cannot see the sound?

What if, baby, I cannot hear the light?

What if everything is not alright.

A distinct possibility given the current reality.

Miles and miles, and I am not speaking of maps.

Don’t patronize me.

I can’t make people love what they don’t.

What if, baby, I cannot see the sound?

What if, baby, I cannot hear the light?

Dreams cracked and flaking, like old paint on a window sill that hasn’t opened in years,

Our fervor buried under stacks of bills and never ending check lists.

The moment when our emotions become logistical and our logistics become emotional.

Why we fight

Why we fight

for the moment we realized-

the possibility that we can one day we can see the sound

for the possibility that we can one day hear the light.