Tires type black. Where the blacktop cracks. Weeds spark through. Dark green enough to be blue. When the mysteries we believe in. Aren’t dreamed enough to be true. Some side with the leaves. Some side with the seeds. . The treetops nod. the rain applauds. The park grows dark. And the swings all slowly die. But you and I will be undefeated. by agreeing to disagree. No one wins but the thieves. so why side with anything. . The streetlights glow. Comes and goes. When the sun comes back. As we all can plainly see. Embracing the situation. Is our only chance to be free. I’ll side with you. If you side with me