White Streaked Skies

A woman spoke of chemtrails,
I listened as she pointed up high,
and followed her finger to the sky,
a revelation - a New World Order.
"The Government is up to something,"
she said.  Cirrus clouds spread -
wispy strands of white merged
with blue. Skeptical, I rose my hand
and asked, "Why?" 
"Mind control," she answered.  

I walked away in contemplation,
wondering whatever happened
to Power to the People?
I see a lot of focus on "I"
Including myself.

What stops us from changing?.
Is it new shoes, a new phone, 
or a new car that stops us?

White streaked skies stop us
from seeing the stars,
and if we do not see the stars -
how will we reach for them?