Emotion is gone…
No, no, that sounds too depressing,
Common sense has ceased to exist. No, that sounds to preachy.
Well, something is seriously wrong with the ignorant obelisks of practicality
The erudite blessings of life have sifted through the Grand Canyon of our palms
And simply vanished like phantoms in the dusk’s fog.
We’d rather take shovelfuls of spite exploiting judgmental executioners
And spewed-up absinthe from the bile tundra of our mouths by the gallons
Than enjoy the tender songs of skylarks and the pianissimo of rain baptizing the ground.
Where’s the time to walk around the green waves of parks where
Labradors frolic freely and family’s festivities are filled with fond memories
That sway you like the sea with Poseidon’s blessing and calming winds?
When during the perpetual turning of hourglasses can we yawp
"I’m more than adequately content with myself"?
Let us clamber to the mountain tops and boom in the simple joy that we’re alive?
Instead of following the so-called lives of “celebrities” and clamoring cacophonies of phony clams not even with sand inside them.
We need gallivanting grey minds that chase after their desires not Kamikaze
Frontal lobes being catalysts for all the wrong reasons as we watch the seasons fly
While we remain stagnant and motionless as a statue in a catacomb with a toga of cobwebs…
But what do I know seeing as how I’m just some kid that has been alive
Just long enough to know nothing because: I’m standing under understanding
Trying to stop the reprimanding, but society’s expectations are just too damn demanding
And instead of all the handing out that should be all about we crash and burn
Until our turn has pushed us into fates of urn. But where’s the volta? Could’ve told ya’,
But you closed me like some folder and refused to see inside
So day by day you slowly died, and in turn you missed importance,
Now you’re stuck with mass impotence, threw the potion, falling motion
All you needed was devotion…
You realized, the place to hide, really lied, in your thoughts of nonexistence
Yet so insistent, and trust me I admire persistence, but until you can finally see
Into the beauty of transparency, your shackles won’t be unlocked by the key
Of freedom and eternity.