Trading the real Creating a joke You jest and lie Because that's your home Cracking jokes Sarcastic moans Scholastic prose Everything is a joke To a plastic pro
Loaf to slices Crackers to crumbs Savings to starving Space to crowds Smiles to frowns Every generation, worst to best Returning empty-handed Just like the rest
Bleeding ears Tinittus Not from me, must be you Noise pollution Covering eyes and ears Like you could look The mirror reveals all Who caused this pollution? Species, for all to see Never slurred or stuttered Cold hard truth Warmed by hands With blood all over
Resistant to the cure Vulnerable to the infection Poisoned chalice for the emperor Drugged for peace Suppressed for the least Turned into who? No one knows where I came from Floating in space Irreality, my new reality Crazy and confused It must be reality
Bullets fly But the damage is skin deep Masquerade ball But the mask is on all day Crossing cultures But the purpose is monetary Fighting for peace But fighting never stops Running in circles But the path was made Noise canceling But the meaning never penetrates One side goes down The other goes up Not even ground There is no even ground
Tides that grow with every hour We will always be the punisher Kings and queens and presidents No matter the place The world refused to change But we are not the whole world Denizens of bored space Children are born to laugh Walking out into the sun To fall into graves With no ground Now our pain remains Most cannot change Life still remains the same
All I ever wanted was to be me As I get older, the past gets foggy Who I was and who I will be Intertwine into a twisted philosophy What am I? When will I be me? The world offers answers But only in extremes Staring deep into the dark Sanity on a string Always asking what I will bring The bell always rings Never brings peace I would say I have a future But who will I be?