Just a few feet away, where the pretty people meet;
I watch in obscurity, from the very next seat.
It’s not that they’re better, or any closer to GOD;
But have faith in their faith, to which I must applaud.
And try as I might, to adhere to a course that’s true;
Black streets that run red, transform, to a cobalt blue.
So do not be afraid, to sit with me side by side;
We travel in similar circles, so together we may ride.
For the journey is long, even for a heart of zeal;
But the battle is waged from within, if you can’t tell what is real.