A million lights,
uncountable warning signals;
the Earth is screaming as we continually rape her,
disease is attacking and our aids are smoke on the wind,
children's silent cries unheard behind the threat of oncoming gunfire.
Humanity is racing with evolution,
attempting to jump the track
as we chase the black exhaust
of the now ruined dream we once wanted to be.
Our fear of being trivial drives us forward
instead of applying the brakes,
and pieces of us begin to fall away
unable to fly at speeds beyond sound;
We are on the verge of running a red light.
February 14, 2003
Tressa Lee Breen