Your structures, all I do is see through them
Selfish systems surrounding
Millions, billions
Alone yet near
Far yet close
Drawn into it as I walk away
Wondering if any of this would matter
If it was just me?
The more aware I became
The more aloof I believed
Now we brag and proclaim
About our lives filled with shame
As our materials become ourselves
When a number measures our value
Does that mean we inherently have no meaning?

Stretched thin
Between the lines
Of death and life
How can you save others
When life is absent
Of stability, nobility
Lessening tranquility
Living lies while people realize
They could have prevented all of this
If they spoke with their eyes

Launching toward the stars
I reach out to you
Watching you leap into the sky
Only to crash down below
You had a foundation
You had a plan
But no one ever asked
If it were ever yours

From myth
To legend
Your fire sparks
Until the dead of the night
Whispers of valor
Whimpers of glamor
As you lose, you die
But you still look alright!
Sparking faster
Like a wildfire
But now, your smile
Turned from friend to fangs

Homeless rates
Mental illness fates
Antidepressant suppressants
Addiction rate higher than eleven
Soaring to the sky
Crashing down out of heaven
Lower than the depths of black unemployment
Look around, look down, hear that sound?
That's our longevity
Giving in to obscenity
Surrendering our identity just for some levity
Now our minds are far away from serenity

Moving
Stepping forward
Onto glass shards
Opening wounds
That never scar
Progress
Such a funny word
For self-fulfillment
No matter the path
No matter the shoes
They are my feet
They are my destiny
But why on all of the roads
Does the glass show up?
Why must you poke more holes...

Year to year
The hurdles increase
Height and length
Abundant as insects
Multiplying to give us purpose
I can only jump so high
Until I start to leverage myself
On top of the heads of others
Telling you to follow the rules
While the rule-makers rewrite the book
Inheriting fortunes
While the numbers keep losing meaning
Heresy and discrepancy
Why have more just to grease the gears?
When what we already have is being unused?
More is more, not less
But now your denial
Can become the crux of life