Traffic on Kingston... A piece about wishful thinking

The traffic on summit and fifth used to be my nighttime chorus
My bedside lullaby that could call me to sleep or just write on forward 
Kingston ave at 1 a.m. is a blues man's curbside lament
Only without the sound
just streets overcome with silence
Not even small town violence or spray paint Van Gogh's to stir up a riot
It is wrapped in a state of quiet
And I am no longer disquieted by the whir of the transformer outside my 2nd floor view
By the purr of helicopters with their spotlights set to peruse
And find you
I called em Charlie's when I was hallucinating
when their beam caught me dead in the eye on the terrace outside after midnight
And neighbors scattered like terrorists evacuating
It was amusing to say the least
But not to change the subject, just keep reading
I'm no longer sent to dreams by the slick of tire trim licking 6 a.m. pavement
After I've spent all my aftershift adrift in the script and typing up digital pages
Under my eyelids
There's signs of a struggle
Words keep fighting to the surface by way of tension bubbles
The kind that cause the bends
The kind that exercise with stress and articulate cardiac arrest
The kind that kick my ass outta bed and back to the pen
Even when I believe the chapter has been closed
Another page makes its way under the tip of this moment
And then fades upon finish
Like a wish has been granted
And off in the distance
Lies the childhood dreams that we planted
Seeds that we were handed by the debt of society
No wonder they did not grow,
maybe they weren't the right variety
Maybe we did not supply them with the nutrition they needed
And instead modified their diet to suit the cheapest of feeding
Maybe these seeds are the children we are raising
Taking away art and music in schools and stealing their imagination
We are raising soldiers and politicians
We are raising awareness to the position we are in
Stand the fuck up and swear to whatever you believe in
Wear it on your sleeve or wear it where breathe
But wear it most proudly where no one can gain entry
In your heart
In your soul
In the actions you commit as a whole
Who I am to condemn anyone for spending their lives at their own discretion
We just ask for kindness and laughter and sexual satisfaction, happiness unfettered
We ask the days to spend the night with us so we don't have empty beds
And wish upon stars with every intention of parting ways with them as a teenager
And not repaying our debts
So now our footprints sit deep within the crust of the earth
We are birthing a new era
A new chapter
A new purpose
Let's make it worth it no matter what the cost
But keep working towards being better as a person
Before personality is a trait lost