Moderately Displaced

What I have so far....

"Your feverish yellow eyes, and my red hands making a way to make sure, that we can call it our own that no building full of white ties can bound what we have freed its fair to want the right, to choose my right call this what you want, its our day

How much of this is desire, and how much is veracity? Can we really be set apart from immersion of profit? Perhaps using the knowledge, that money has power we as people can overstep and use it to our benefit but when our shoes are tucked in safely underneath the security we fallaciously produced, …. Who is running who? "