City Job

I got the city job

A big office with bigger lights

Was an Anarchist at a young age

Some of that spirit in me still fights

A briefcase with city plans

A computer screen of graphs

All this information offered

Even though none of it was asked

They all had names at one time

But to rename them is the mission

The paved framework of our lives

And to these streets I choose to listen

I could name them for the greats

Your Malcolms and your Kings

Or I could phone it in

Name them after endless natural things

We have enough oaks

Maples, elms and cherry's

What does the street FEEL like

Who uses it on the daily

I dont know that neighborhood

I've never driven near this block

Should I leave it as is

Or should I just take off

I need to experience these roads

Take in all their weight

Only then can I make a decision

On if they should be changed

Then it dawns on me

I begin to think differently

All of the people here

Are better equipped than me

So I fill in those lines

My pen seemingly doing the work alone

Its not for me to change anything

Cause every street is someones home