Hope and Doubt

Hope and doubt.

Soap in my mouth because I swear to God the smoke and clouds choke the sounds I make to the crowd.

I vowed to awake, what a mistake to take off without a way to get down.

I would pray but they say I'm being loud.

I would stay in the rain but I'm afraid of being drowned.

It's not a debate the way I'm treated like a clown, beat to the ground, in a sheet looking around like a sheep in a gown.