The Project

The projects was a project

And the subject was people like I 

And people Like you

People like we

People like us

And they built walls 

So we could learn to build walls of our own

To keep them from coming in

While so many of us wanted to get out

But couldn’t get out

Our prison was mental 

And we were served a life sentence 

Because we were different 

Because we were powerful

Creative

Intelligent

And the stupidity of this project

Did exactly was it was supposed to do

Make us dumb and dumber

Yearn and linger

On corners 

With no purpose

No drive

No plan 

And nothing to drive

To drive us out of the raggedy mind state 

Stumbling in the dark 

Don’t even know what is making us stumble

Don’t even think to turn the lights back on…

Ooh child

They say things are gonna get better

But you better

Not think more highly of yourself

That you are good enough to climb the wall 

Escape from a project that you were never meant to be in

If you go within 

You will win 

But here comes that project manager again

Telling you who do you think you are 

Get back where you belong

And you go 

Cause you never did belong

Out there

And now the projects

That project

Feels like home…

So you never leave

Never think to roam

And you settle down into a life of mediocrity 

Spending your days and nights on the phone

Talking bout I’m from the projects man

While never owning a project of your own…

Written by Michelle Dornor on February 2, 2020

All rights reserved. 2020 Dornor Consulting LLC, Michelle Dornor

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