O Indianapolis,
Broken existence.
Absent to popularity, what is this name that hides
like a diamond in the roughest sands...weak in
every aspect of the word progression.How might
the cities homely touch disturb the peace in God's
jurisdiction? Never so, for everyone has an
obligation to one another...never separated,everything
is brought together like gravity to make one great
harmonic abode. Downtown's monument circle; a
representation of a persistance in the people-
to strive with dignity and grace searching for the
American Dream.
Unity.
Family.
Happiness.
These things are all prerequisites. We reside in the
center of all problems, advancements, and most
significant; the people.
O Indianapolis,
Slow progression.
Lost in your own righteous minds, you indulge
in unknown priveleges-for that, I envy you so. As
the clock ticks your world begins to collide and spin
like the tornadoes in the spring-
Leaving ashes and blossoms.