Praying for heaven
Cause you live in hell
Life is cyclical, one step until purgatory
Cynical but real
No ideals left to heal
For our love remains blocked
By artificial stopgaps
With no intersection
I can muse on the use of our ruse
For that is all I can do

Lone hands, unbroken
Pebbles with no impact, yet
Boulders break thresholds

All these thoughts pirouette
Spinning merry-go-round
With no merry to go around
How could I be happy when
We are all slaves to fixation
Sensations with no liberation
Across the nation
Taxation and stagnation
A sickness with a correlation
No navigation for our permutation
Mutated faces, all an affectation
Annihilation, assassination
Our own worlds built for encapsulation
Polarization, exaggeration
Visualizations of victimization
We sit back and lose preservation
My happiness is no obligation
Just a replication of past elation
Hollow aspirations
Built by alienation

Sun's explosion
Earth's implosion
Countdown timer
Paints a grim reminder
As the cost rises
The tide follows
Burnt out from life
Burnt by the sky
Connection, regression
Isolation's new weapon
Dying young in the past
Living old in the future
One person deciding lives
One hundred needed to suture

We all have a canvas
Let me describe the pieces:
For one it was stolen
One it was broken
One had a heart
I asked if it was for her
Or for those who saw it
One had a crown
On a king most reprehensible
One had a faded landscape
It was how he saw the world
Or what he wanted to make it
One had a dream
But I didn't have the heart to say
That I could never see it
One had a fiend
They called it a "self-portrait"
One was blank
They were afraid to be one thing
Reduced to an exaggeration
One had an old man
Clinging to past days
With a love free from sorrow

Sea to sea, thousands
Crying for answers, problems
Ubiquitous stress

What was good
Now turns bad
Time ticks forward
Always comes back
Forward it rocks
Backwards it crashes
Skin is showing
Clothes are closing
Ideal portrayals
Revealing realistic fails
Physical health
Mental wealth
Culture war
Financial repression
Change for progression
Change for regression
Change to compression
The cracks are showing
Yet life keeps going
Seeds are sowing
But no water is flowing