We are all authors
rabid shorthand relates the feeling
just before the lightening strikes
We are all artists
painting the runaway wagon
ravenous for time to eat
We are all builders
balancing skulls, no mortar
leaning tower, such a view
We are all inventors
I'll show you if you show me 
wild ideas saving lives  
We are all explorers
our trail of breadcrumbs sniffed out and gone
what to do if daylight comes- go on
We are all police officers
bundle me to the cells
you will get the truth out of me
We are all oppressed