Sounds. Waves. Particles
The light flickers
As we walk
Around the richers
Listening to them talk
About particles

Leaves rustle as we hustle
To shuffle the feet quicker
You know what’s wrong
Not to get caught by the richer
Not to get tossed in the river

Walking around the tall
Hoping for the gong
To put the men in the wrong
For once and all
To get the song
To fall