Ames Progressive

Composing fragments of photographs
Reflections of light
Color dances across our faces
In these streets
These streets where we are so small
From up there

Blank faces on the subway
Seeing no one
But they all must know what it feels like
To capture light
To capture time and decide
That it was real

Rambling through the avenues
Neglecting humanity
The girls who sweep the leaves from the streets
To serve time
Serve not people, but places
Wasting lives

You and I are different, babe
We’ve figured it out
Make time to walk a little slower
Through these streets
These streets where we are so big
From right here