My eyes are glossed,
I can not see.
I'm just as lost,
As a rootless tree.
Young strong ambition,
Brought down by the evils of humanity.
A good life was once my mission,
Now I question my sanity.
I feel separated from the world.
Reality is a fragment of my imagination.
What appears straight is curled.
Light is just a mere imitation.
We seek justice that is always blind.
For our laws are rooted in discrimination.
Greed serves as the currency of our kind,
And profit the sole motivation.
To see the corruptions of our society,
And sit outside and observe.
Brings a cold chill of sobriety,
and feeling of atrocity to my nerve.
My eyes are glossed,
I can not see.
I'm just as lost,
As a rootless tree.
For every beautiful creature,
There is complementary predation and blight.
For every miraculous feature,
There is a parallel of war and spite.
You can choose to accept things as they exist,
Or be the person that brings in change.
But if our current circumstances persist,
Our decedents will learn nothing but rage.
A wise man once said:
"Be the change you want to see."
So peace and love I will spread.
And live by the same decree.
I will use my tools,
Given to me by my Creator.
To make wise men of fools,
And make the common good greater.
My eyes are now clear,
And I can see.
I no longer appear,
As a rootless tree.