Having a reason all the time is boring
Like dancing only when there's music
Or crying out of sorrow
Or singing because you're happy
Boring.

Lie on the street
Look up and count the stars
Sit in the rain and laugh
Sing
Cry

Forget about the why
Don't have a reason

Maybe it's not always bad to feel empty.
Maybe it just means you've given your love away and poured your heart out.
Maybe we should all be empty, of all our dreams, our hopes, our wanting.
Maybe when we find our one thing to pour our all in
Then we'll be glad we can be empty.

Or at least begin to be.

Freedom is like peeing when you’re pressed
Or blowing your nose
Like dancing reckless to good music
Or a floating balloon in strong wind

Freedom is like you and I
Laughing as we walk slowly
Hand in hand under the rain
With bare feet and without care

Freedom is like us
All of us
Letting go of opinions
And daring to do
What makes our hearts beat faster
Not du-dum, du-dum but
Free-dom, free-dom

I stopped by your place once more
You weren't there
But I knew it was
Probably for the best.

Empty walls
Filed away into closed up boxes
Each propped against the other
Holding each other up
Tearing me down.

I opened your door
And a heaviness pooled out.
It seeped out of the cushions
On that couch that we laid on
Together while you
Nuzzled my cheek.

And it wafted from the incense
That you lit when you told me
That you loved me
And you
Offered me a kiss.

That feeling of emptiness
That you once filled with that
Look in your eyes and that
Willingness to hold me
Is now vacant
Once again.

Just like this little basement apartment
That you never meant to call forever
But I thought of you as just that
Within this space.

It's haunting
And heartbreaking
And all life moves in
Slow motion
And I want to be rid of it
And I want to run from here.

But I cannot pick my feet up
As I think of all the memories
All the unyielding
True affection
That came out of me
In this place.

I build up the kind of courage
That it takes to turn my knees around
And catch them just in time
As they fall weak.

And back inside my mind
I'm crying
And I'm mourning
That you're leaving
But on the outside of my body
I'm walking out of here.

And back inside my mind I'm running
And I'm catching up your fingers
As I pull you back into me
And I keep you
Here.
Together.

But on the outside
I'm walking calmly
Back to my car with my possessions
That I came to this empty place
To pick up
Years and moments ago.

And in my mind.
I end up with you.
And never would you leave me.

And in my mind.
We'd always been this way
Together.

And in my mind.
You didn't leave.

The greatest propaganda
In America is
The delusion
That you are free

Though you do not
Rest in a cell
You are not free

When you submit
To the ruling class
To get by
You are not free

Standards and laws
Made to protect
Divest you
From yourself
You are not free

For the sake of stability
You conform to a job
That you hate
A good little drone
You are not free

Even if you do not agree
With the laws that they make
You must obey
Or they will take you away
You are not free

In order to maintain
The basic family bonds
You are constrained
By their wants and needs
You are not free

If you want to fish
Or hunt
To feed your family
Or just for fun
You need a license
You are not free

Even when you vote to decide
What’s wrong and what’s right
And elect politicians for your side
Those people lie
Doing for the rich and their own kind
And the choice you had
Be it good or bad
Was a fractionally effective
Cause you are not free

Tolls on the roads
Taxes on your checks
Fines and other fees
Cause you are not free

Been a while since the draft
But that could come back
If the private war contractors
Ever get busted
And taken out of the field
The army will make you yield
Or imprison or ****
Cause you are not free

And freedom of speech
Could cost you your job
Slander if spoken
Libel if written
The rich lawyers and judges
Give and take permissions
PC speech
Abstract unwritten rules
Condemn you and yours
Cause you are not free

Any laws that you break
The ones you did not make
Could turn you into
A prisoner of the state
Enslaved, forced labor
Cause you are not free

And if you want to leave
This great country
To travel freely
You must pay for
A small passport
Or you will be confined
To the imaginary lines
People made up
Cause you are not free

Some will say
If you speak this way
You are not truly American
That other countries are worse
But what they lack
Or if I can’t solve this problem
Does not detract from the fact
Does not make lies true
What I am telling you
Is you are not free

I’m tired of this rant
Cause the list is to long
And I wish I was wrong
So tell me please
Where is your true liberty

We live in a world,
That's run by suits,
That's run by Corporations,
And we never see the real picture,
we are all puppets on a piece string.

Taxation what is it good for,
When it goes to a government,
That doesn't represent us,
The people.  

Land, Resources,
Consumerism,
We are becoming more power hungry,
Whilst we are losing our values,
Our respect.

The world around.
How long can we live,
When this world of ours,
Is dying.

The power has always been in our hands,
We just have to realise that we have to use it.

Hesitating to answer the question "would you ever go back" is as bad as being unsure about what you currently possess