These are the things I cannot ignore, And even though it is not every day, There comes a time I have to close the door, And battle against the on-coming fray. It will allow me to, one day, emerge, And give you all me remaining time. It is not you I am trying to purge, But rather this piling mountain I climb. Some day, it will also happen to you, And I will try not to create a fuss. It is just something we all have to do. Even though, we hope it may escape us. Welcome to this modern society Where valuable time is what we pay.
Who is telling you that I am a sheep? Do you listen to what he has to say? Does his ideology start to seep Into your “original” thought ev’ryday? Can you tell me that your thoughts are your own When you pick them up from memes on Facebook? Or is your anger just an overblown Reaction to catchy sounding hook? Is it me or his short leash that you fear? How often are the words of your master The repeated ones I actually hear, Claiming I’m the one that is the bastard? You are far from the enlightened people, Just because you repeat the word, sheeple.
How can you look at what is happening, And then run to your alternative facts? You need to wake up from your fake napping, And look at the ways your argument cracks. The heat is not going to disappear Based on what you perceive, wish and hope. There is a right group of people to hear, You left behind to listen to a dope. You may want to crawl out of that pocket, And grow up to be the size of a man; You will see the future and protect it; Instead of grabbing what money you can. Will you continue to live with your greed While watching the land of the nation bleed?
Why do we no longer want to collect When we can find it at our fingertips? Does it allow a level of respect When all we do is scroll through YouTube clips? I prefer to listen to scratchy sound As the needle slips into the small groove, And the motor spins the record around, Providing the room a moment to move. Each song was designed to play to the next, Building up this great epic event. We follow along with liner note text Until the forty-five minutes are spent. This digital age is a bitter pill For us who treasure our stack of vinyl.
I tried to untie your Gordian knot That you have called your organization. I found this activity I have sought Was one of a futile desperation. I have decided to leave it alone, And move on to a new destination, But you do not like the progress I’ve shown, Wishing for its old manifestation. So I am returning to you the mess Knowing you comfort in its creation, But as I leave, I would like to confess It’s built from a lack of motivation. Whenever you jump on the latest trends, You will never tie up all the loose ends.
I will introduce you to the question, But I don’t know if you’ll get the answer. I’ve been searching over all creation, And my quest will continue to endure Until I understand the inquiry, And generate an insightful response. With frustration filled with too much fury, My exploration does not hold a chance. I just need to listen more to my heart By looking for what I’m trying to find, And I fins the best way for me to start, Turning out the noise playing in my mind. The method I present is what is best As it’s not about teaching to the test.
Should I fear the future, its coming pain? I know that it is unavoidable. I must face the necessary refrain If I wish to make my life bearable. Are you willing to make the sacrifice If it will grant you certain liberties? A night time of discomfort is the price To break apart the year’s eternal freeze. This may not really sell you on this shot, To do a deed that’s so amicable. You will find that the horror that you fraught Should not be deemed being so terrible. You can think of it as your civic duty To the American society.
Now that the end is almost upon us, We will travel on the road one last time, And though our work may put up quite the fuss, I think they will survive losing the dime. Though there is nothing left for us to see, We will still go out to see an old sight Because what is in this moment for me Is to reminisce for a single night About my life living in this city, And how my return may never happen. I don’t want to remember with pity, And that’s why I am going out again. I’ll have to say goodbye to all of ya, And that’s why I’m taking this last hurrah!
Will this path of suffering never end? The brochure did not prepare me for this, Forcing the bamboo of patience to bend Just to find that place of eternal bliss. It all went as planned when it did begin, But then I reached this old pier halfway through, A place to pay for my life time of sin, And I was stuck there with nothing to do. I couldn’t move forward or track back; I had to wait for my absolution, Searching my life for the thing it did lack, Giving my soul a sense of completion. I thank you for this time to meditate, But Nirvana won’t be reached at this rate.
Smiley does not knw that she is ugly. She does remember the ruthless children Who wrapped her muzzle in plastic to see If she could escape what they put her in. She was able to survive that cruel day, But she lost her lips and was disfigured. Now her fans jut out in a weird display Like she is growling at what she endured. She’s found a life under the protection With the gentle staff on a remote beach. At the 10 Moons she finds the affection, And no longer cower from a child’s reach. Smiley does not understand her sad fate Because she now receives more love than hate.