While you've had a life, And done nothing with it, I've had no real life, And am trying to do something with it. I've understood your pain, I've sympathized, Tried, Tirelessly, Endlessly, Loyally, Humanely until broken down. How much does a person have to give, Before they break and fall themselves? How much hurt and agony, Does one have to see and feel, Before you grasp reality? Control. Be there or it's your ass. Why? Just ends in anger or despair. You see and hear the words, You feel the rise in blood pressure. Panic. Breakup's. Divorce. Mistrust. Yet the cycle repeats itself, Addicted to this mess of life, I see many living through. Not for me, I see a different reality. I'm breaking free, From this shit society has taught me. No one but me can wake up, From the life that feels, Like an eternity of cyclopic hell. One vision, Destroy or be destroyed for gain. Our lives are focused on vanity, And to me that's insanity.
The moon is full And such a starry sky Let loose the ties The ones that bind And liberate some visions in your mind No Small Change to Lunar Beatnikboy 09
