Independence Day

American Shoes

Independence Day, quite ironic.
Claiming no need for the world which supports us,
The legs of our gluttonous ranks.
Unacknowledged they go as the ignorance flows.
Sometimes it's hard to relate.

It is hard to relate.
It is easy to reject.
But, we have so much.
Right now I hear fireworks exploding outside my window.
Ever been to a place where the explosions aren't so fun to watch?

I guess there's a balance to be found.
Gratitude for the ups,
Consciousness of the downs.

Hate never healed a thing.
So when that resentment bubbles,
I'll notice it.
I'll acknowledge it.
And that's it.
It doesn't win, or fill my mouth with negative speech.
The control of my heart's within reach.

I'll be gentle with the words I choose,
For plenty a person outside of these states,
would  give it all up or line up in length,
to take a walk in my American shoes.