I see you walkin' sideways cap and cap o' seven up;
rollin' in life complete.
lo' i hear thee
msgn them yo peeps of master plans
to task the days with chillin'
we hear thee
bob up and down the night time alley
in black of washed out stars
we hear n make of it what we heard
bob up and down in daylight concrete
near by the mechanized highways
and to you a star is shown
(If you could comprehend)
as more free than even those who look at you
in fragmented print.