you;re already ahead, you are alive
nothing is clawing for your eyes and your heart still beats
all with eternal time
but yours is so, so short.
a simile for a sunrise
so why not call it quits, smile with the sun dear child

because money isn't what the world is about
in fact
it scoffs at the idea.
don't give an inch to the grabbers, the thief's who don't give you
the inch

they all play for keeps, and nothing is worth keeping
why not call it quits
and smile with the sun, it wont be there forever
even though it may burn long while you're past.
call it quits and live ******, there's nothing else to do.

You can fight
You can scratch,
and for ***** sake you can bleed for it.
but it wont bleed for you, and sometimes you need to bleed
for the idol, to feel the empathy for all the souls, that run amok.
It's all about the fight, life always has been.
sincerity is all that bleeds for you,
so if you want to bleed, let us bleed for each other.
Call it quits ******, and think what few have dared to think.
run wild with the wolves, you're instinct is what we need.
not another lawyer, not another marketer, not another politician.
God knows there are too many, and maybe the world doesn't need another poet.

The words just feel too good to pass up.
At least we're all dreamers, in an unsolicited land.  
If I failed to convey a point, all I mean is how beautiful we are in our absurdity, running amok, to portray serenity.

Not long ago, I felt lost.
Lingering in clouds of so much star dust.
The rain was coming down.
The cloud was only over my own head.

It took me so long to finally see.
That star dust I thought I was lingering in
is me.
So today, I found myself,

*It's feels quite serene.

The dogs days are dreaming of staying awake,
Barking at the singers, lulling them back to dream state.
The leaves are falling from the trees,
trying to climb back up to where they belong.
A Cathedrals bells are ringing,
but nobody seems to be home.

The roads are empty and the wind is silent,
Trees are dying and the cold is rising.
Lies are finding ears and taking root in minds,
My puppet strings are cut,
but someone's still tugging my hope.

*Oh, have you seen my hope around?

I'm on my knees, and they are sinking deeply into the mud.
My hands clasped tight, my knuckles bruised and chalk white
This prayer is not for the god I do not believe in,
but for man, that exists so clearly.

For the seas of corporate depression.
My own, weary bones.
Corrupt with the stories the television has told.
Our minds are no longer our own. Confusing ourselves for an image to be upheld.

Placing weight in feathers instead of stones.

Please heed my words, and take the time to figure you out.

Born where money is king over our own dying trees.
Greed is the only color green we even see anymore.
We place our love and loyalty into a system that is loveless.
Because we were told to.

I pray that some of us wake from this induced slumber,
we shake our a coma and become the giants we are.
To live among the air without taking from it.
To make strides to just get better, and expect nothing for it.

*To be human...
In a time of machines

Today I change with the atmosphere,
I'll swell up with infinite different pressures pushing.
I'll sprout out of my head,
Like the daring oak, just to see how close

I get to the sun.

To touch it with my own hands,
to burn with the celestial star in the heavens.
To drown out the blackness,
That goes on forever...

To see the light just one time
*before I die.