In a world that makes very little sense: we
We sit here and collect cents,
While we’re lured into poisonous pits by delectable scents,
So we can pay our cents to be healed by the oppressors.
Going around in circles, I wonder if I’m losing my marbles,
Marveling at the eternal abyss in front of us
As the world transitions from palaces to dust.
Who can you trust?
When it’s all going by so fast you forget you’re in a rush,
And I just pray continuously for loving mercy and release
From humanity’s boredom.
Purpose or purposeless,
Thoughts in my mind swim like porpoises.
People call you crazy for not being like them
Well I guess I’m a mad man for not wanting to play the same system,
To wake up everyday feeling like a victim,
Or a slave,
Or a zombie,
Mindlessly milling about, strutting in Abercrombie
Naked and free in my mind’s eye,
I see dead people.
I see broken steeples,
And masses of forgotten sheeple,
And yet here I remain
Planting seeds on top of my grave.
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