Boxes. Black Boxes.
Dragging themselves on the streets
Wearing themselves out
On the Weary asphalt
Wake up. Eat. Work. Sleep.
Compartments for each moment of the day
Automated life
Black and White
And it rained. Tearing the Sky
The Boxes. Worried about their Suits and Tie
And Boots. Shiny Leather Boots.
The umbrellas bloomed like Shields
keeping them dry from the rain
Let the water not touch the Suits
Let the mud not soil the Boots
Out came a Box. With his guards down
Without a Shield and a frown
Baring its nakedness
Letting the Rain Carve the soul
A smile spread itself on the blank face
And serenity took over the bones
The rainbow exploded into a million colours
Drenching the eyes as the tears rolled
The boots are still dry
Dry as the hollow boxes
They watch in horror and dismay
As the boy colours the sky
Colours as vibrant as his dreams
Red. Blue. Yellow and Green
Dreams of freedom beyond Black and White
Beyond the Tick Tock and the automated life
The boy moves through the crowd
Saying, let it rain o please! Let it rain
Let go of the Umbrellas.
Just catch the next train.
Now I see the Shields melting
Now I see faces and beings
Beyond the Black and White
You and I can be Human again
