I could change it
But I am one man
A group could change it
But they would be silenced
A generation could change it
But they are part of the system
Humanity could change it
But they are unaware of the problems
Someone could change it
But do they exist?

You are deranged
I am sane
The correct camp is mine
...
Right?
Unless we have fought in vain
Millions dead, inflicting pain
For an idea.
Yet, our idea is correct...
Right?

Rolling sunlight waves
Drifting toward the coast, me
Stay, I will return

Grim reaper's howl
Spares no one
Yet when the reaper comes
It is always a shock

Always a brawler
Could have become a scholar
An impatient imp

Searching for
Alien hominoids
When they are already here:
In the sea
In the sky
Within us deep inside
Even people like us
Seem so foreign
Martians exist down here
Can't understand them? Must be aliens.
Can't reason with them? Must be aliens.
Can't control them? Must be aliens.
All those who oppose with poor prose must be labelled so
Not my rule, but it still remains

Skyscrapers
Towering above our heads
Reaching out to the sky
Trying to touch the sun
As the ones below
Live knowing they cannot

Hubris wrecks buildings
So one day, they will fall
For none can scrape the sky
Without breaking their foundation