This is the Boondocks

Feeling like a leader with no people to lead. Feeling like a dreamer with no peaceful sleep.
Feeling like a giver in a world that preaches Greed. Feeling like elevating although the climb is steep.

Kinda like, Pilgrims’ thoughts in an unholy land? like revolutionaries who get beat for taking a stand?
or believers that get shunned for offering a helping hand? or the teachers when students refuse to understand?

The one thing I know is that I don’t know. The places I go are where they won’t show.
Must I ride the wave or can I create the flow? I have the urge to shine bright but told to just glow.

Those who look like me say, “what’s all the Ruckus? Do you think you’re better than me?”
“It’s simple, just get buckets. Be more like your brother Riley!”
“Don’t you see the bling? the diamond rings? All you have to do is hoop or learn how to sing.”

Others who look like me say, “don’t listen to that. Who needs us when they treat us nice?”
“Look at me! I’m never in pain so I don’t desire their ‘ice’!”
“Just keep your head down and do what they say. There is no place better than here anyway.”

Really?! Is that what we all see? The blind leading the blind is what I’m told to be?
There has to be more and I simply must find it. If it’s not on Earth then I’ll seek the Lord’s guidance.