Lost is the mood that drives me today Wherever I go it follows my way This society depresses Why am I so bad Crisis in the world directs me to sad Emotional blackmail for a world that is broke Business ain't bad but I still can't be woke
Where are the elected in this generation of need Happy for votes to sow their seed No progress is made to end conflict and hate Economics prevail despite all that is said
To end like this Is not too smart But I feel we are lost Unless we start Standing for truth Not succumbing to fear Challenging not accepting Or Living Does Not Exist Here
So Standing in the middle of a deserted Walkway I Hear No sound Unusual in a big city To hear No sound The urban crane lies quiet As does The crawling Caterpillars Regeneration is the term For communal execution But change is dictated So change must replace Amen
before the light disappears I stare into the sky clouds have taken on a tinge of colour horizon beckons my thoughts somewhere out there is my daydream place where the past mingles with now such a feeling of calm I wish I could stay
my life is just that mine no one is qualified to say that I am right or I am wrong I live to my own rules like it loathe it I don't care I will not instruct or comment on how you live don't apply the same to me so there
Trespassing in the wake of hope I rise to the challenge of looking for optimism in all aspects of drama To feel charged is preferable to being drained What's the worst that could happen apart from the already inevitable
Memories Do they belong to us Or the collective of spirits Past, present, future? Is this the reality we perceive to be our own Or are we on an endless loop The groundhog day of eternity
the world's gone mad but business ain't bad people living rough but the bank can't get enough we think that we know it all but we don't do it the sky is the limit but there's a hole going through it
watching the sky change colour day to night night to day the real no pyrotechnics no perfect views nature providing the soundtrack welcome to the old days
where are all the real people when you need them. no hidden agenda. just people. they used to come in all guises. family, neighbour, friend, drunk, ****** they new who they were and didn't try to hide, disguise or deny
it's evening close the day behind me my eyes are tired nothing to do but relax into my pre final daily ritual the glass is primed the moon flowers once more this is hope