All these rights
Just to justify life
How are so many made
Yet few ever live
Quality over quantity extends to our kids
The pursuit of justice ends with just us
For in a world of progress
We forget where we come from

I look into my own eyes
Question: Who am I?
Am I the sum of my space?
The finances I make?
Am I only a man in relation to others?
Can I stand on my own with no other?
How do I live with a life I smother?
So many choices, so many headaches
All these decisions for no one else to take
Good, bad, all just words
But, so is everything
So, then, what separates me, what do I bring?
Cannot be alive, gotta produce something
Because the proof is in the goods
Truly, it stings

Left in a chokehold
Shaking like a soldier
Fear in boulders
Panic smolders
Assess, respect, protect and direct
There is no safe place for the hyperactive
Distracted, safety redacted
In new frontiers
Unwavering plight
In old pastors
Unyielding fights

Fiction or fact
Is today the day when reality attacks?
Once arouse, the blood covers roses
Without some reason
How can I tell apart the seasons?
All in a mess, forever in treason
The light reflects shadows under us
Yet, today
Our shadows have become us

On the eve
Of the moon and sun
Traveling a road
Glimmering in dawn
In relation to the world
We only discuss the self
Saving the planet?
Sounds like saving ourselves
The piano keys chime
One last tune for humankind
Clear your mind
Here comes a fate none of us can deny

We've all got a job
Yet we always feel robbed
Satisfaction never stays until the end of days
One man can have the will of thousands
Only two hands to push the weight of the world
Needs no compass, creating an atlas
Life in their own hands, what divides them from a fascist?
Proverbial attacks for being an architect
How can one ant carry an apple?
How can one man conquer their criteria?
All dreams end, yet the meaning persists
Waking up, getting out
But for who? You? Them? Me?
The truth is often what we never want it to be
How can one cure division when the conversation is slipping?
Running out of solutions
So they answer with silence
...

As the seasons' change
So too do circumstances
Joyous, full of vigor
Bursting with vim
Next:
Asking for no more days
Especially today
Next:
What once died is given new life
Where does time go when our soul remains sole?
Next:
Fatigue, across the tri-state
World in a dry state, routine or temporary?
As the seasons' change
So too do circumstances
One day we dance
The next we change our stance
For life is more than a first glance