i could sit <br />at home in <br />a room filled with <br />images of life <br />produced <br /> <br />station after station <br />show after show <br />handing me life <br />without the <br />vividness or the <br />vibes <br /> <br />so i go out <br />to breathe the bad <br />air and smell the real <br />world and <br />see real people doing <br />real things that <br />lead nowhere special <br />except to life in the <br />moment <br /> <br />i walk a bit <br />along michigan avenue <br />then stop and stare <br />because it's an art <br />gallery where <br />the extraordinary is <br />just the ordinary <br />and has far more <br />to tell me <br />about the lives <br />we live<br /><br />tyrone farris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/streetlife-3/
