Resident leaders
Citizen turned schemer
Lifting a finger
To guide others
Yet, let's list facts
Every resident
Becomes a percent
Numbers take precedent
Yet still in debt
Paid for on borrowed time
Labeled on a list of lies
Will it end with our demise?
Not quite sure
For it's where freedom lies

How can you say
To just quit something?
Can you rewind your mind?
Like a track? Is this hip-hop?
How can a brain know everything
But never say anything?
In the march of time
Solutions do not spring
They need cultivation and elation
Maybe that explains
The state of all nations

In the nose
Out the mouth
Can you feel the breath
As you push out?
Deep breath
Unless you prefer deep rest
So many techniques
So many quick fixes
So much snake oil
It gets under my skin
Bringing profit into disease
Everything is a business, everyone wears suits
Armor to protect, project professionalism
One hand on a shoulder
One fishing for change
As a fly chases to food
The man chases the loot
For when the world revolves around one thing
What consequences shall that bring?

Back again
For a hangman's gambit
Will today be the day
Where my blood runs cold?
For the apathy surrounding me
Infects me to the bone
Becoming a drone
The atmosphere, help me, please
So thick with pressure
It strives to choke me
Going for broke, is this a joke?
Things fall apart
But, like this? In a fit of mischief?
Seems to happen so frequently
Makes me wonder
When will it come to me?

Sir, I would like to wake up
My time of shame has ended long ago
I was scheduled for before
But here I am now
Ready to be sheltered from the disaster
But, what do I run from?
How can a threat be in my mind?
DNA inside, code needs a redesign
Born into apathy, such a tragedy
Sir, I would like to ask you
Should I wake up?
Or sleep, for peace inside?

Concrete
Concave
A con of all
In a carnival
Hollow has no equal
A thrill ride with no sequel
Wait a couple of years, rebooted
Those who booed it will soon salute it
Extended from the mind into beautiful ruin
On a beautiful day
We all tell beautiful lies

My skin and bones
Left to the dogs
Stripped clean
Of freedom and flaws
Because now, none of it matters
I breathed in life, now I am a life
The reaper called my name
In gentle reassurance
Searched for purpose, years wasted
Now it is clear, the truth I have tasted
Anxiety dissipates
Life is now what I generate