I have never been privy
To liquor or brandy
By no means am I opposed
To a glass of fire, in prose
But suppression runs in the family
So when the limits come off
The jazz halts
Replaced by silent melodies
A substance to suppress
The harshest of remedies
I fight, I fight
Yet the hardest to conquer
Was my own innate insanity

So close, so near
Yet, you do not feel here
How can such little space
Feel like lightyears?
Amongst a crowd
They could all look at me
And still I would say:
Why do I feel empty?

In the back of my cognition
A memory appears:
Such a treasured time
Such bittersweetness
A choir of children sing a chorus
But I see none?
Only one, singing for no one
Yet...everyone?
No words, no phrases
Just noises
So simple, so pure
My vision grows blurry
I no longer have his eyes
Therefore, I cannot see him
But on a rare night
I hear his song
Only to weep, another night

I leaned over to the man
With shaking legs
A face, weathered by tension
I looked into his eyes and asked:
"Sir, how did you end up here?"
He replied with no hesitation
"I cared too much about others
Now with my condition
I am no one without another."

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?