A Spiritual Dichotomy Poem by Demontray Lockhart

A bright day with sun fully exposed,
Melodic birds on branches hovering
Molten streets. Below is the smell of
Satan's pavement with vertical lines.

The lines point north and south.
And at each access point lie
Convenient stores, coffee shops
And bakeries, convenient delights

Or thoughtless appetites. A walk
To the corner could Supply all your
Fixes! No need to pull the wheels out
Of the garage and for formal attire.

Spare a few seconds to indulge desires.
Time is not of the essence, instead
Conveniency is waiting by. And truth is
not hidden but free like perched birds.