Author of life, you
An idolized icon, me
A dead ghostwriter

21st century
Careers turn to fears
Reliance on tears, submission to beers
Acknowledging the power
Of powerlessness, cower wildflower
Your dreams rise high
Just to fall so low, tongue-tied by demise
Failing at every session
Ingestion of aggression
Here's my confession:
Depression and compression
Feeling possessed, feeling repressed
If I ask too many questions
Then, welcome to the penitentiary

Brightened sky, sunrise
Ending the start, beginning
A new end, rising

Cloudy penumbra
Don't Illuminate my heart
A husk in remains

Structure brings stability
Yet it chokes creativity
A hero's journey
Tell me which is more human, you or me?
Bowing down to ideals
Mixing up what is real
Shining bright in the light
Until you see them in the shadows
Enclosed in weeds
Exposed by greed
Until they decompose
All they will do is bleed
Freed from need
Proposed to flee

Accepting a truth
Apathy and awareness
Are all that remain

On this day, I claim
Rebellion against the life we have made
Where millions are muted, mutilated
Muttering truth to give meaning to myths
Until they ******* muzzles
Our feelings are mutual
But we are not mutuals
More divides us than unites us
Mysticism is a mystery
With no solution, only excuses
Treated like the product we consume
Thrown, discarded, mass-produced
Is this why I feel weak with myself?
If peace is mythical
Burn the world down, make it rise as a phoenix