she is a graceful moment in my stumbling day
im a simple man but shes simply beautiful
her blue lace

In our struggle to be different
we force ourselves down pathways
that only lead to conformity

Pawns, with broken minds
trying to heal the symptoms
and not the disease

we tell ourselves, that
we do as we please

Victims of cognitive dissonance

In our efforts to be free
we imprison ourselves
to a job, and narrow avenues
that guide us like cattle
to a single-file slaughter

No one tries to save the monster from themselves

Loneliness is a leaf

leaving a tree

never to return again

Yet,

Freedom is a leaf

leaving a tree

never to return again