Fearful of the future
Time warp to 20 years later
What is to show of this departure?
Blinded by what is to come
Folded into a blanket
My true skin revealed
No friends, only a screen to cry to
When they tell you of the journey
They leave out the part of it being lonely
With nothing but your toes missing the feeling
To make you want to move
Anxiety about stepping outside in the wide eyed new age
Wanting every bit of it to end
Punch what knowledge they know straight through their face
Only to see that the knowledge you know really isn’t worth anything
To know what was said and drown out the headache
Tough in a sense

Come take a drive
Open seat available for you
Grin and bear the turns
Boulevards and railroads never looked so good
Once passed
Hug the corner
Race the light
Beat the reflection
Look in no direction
Cut through the lines
They define nothing
Only within the finer things

You see


Things flash by




Gone before you know it

Lust leads to luxury,
Greed gets what you need.
Heaven doesn’t wait,
Your turn might come.

Despair will never wear.
Depression can cut.
Wrath can set rage.
Pride will inevitably perish.

Sloth is safe,
That we all agree.
Talent without a lead,
Feet without the heel.

Work a little less,
Spend a little more.
What could be holding you back?
Provoke what's coming through the door.

See those gates?
So warm with pearls,
That I’d truly like to see.
In the Best of Both Worlds.

The thought seems so simple
See the sights
Reach for the stars
Run the course
And you’ll go far

In the land of opportunity
With freedom of speech
Do you tell the truth?
Or read them a fairytale?
Just stay the route.

Looking around
Everyone is at fault
Lies beneath the surface
Will soon come up
Time flagged down in a race

Unity is the only way to be free
To find comfort in all the evil
With peace comes happiness
When normal is gone
The route seems useless

In the world of chaos
Nothing seems normal
Disappointment around the corner
Befriend a neighbor, but see no evil
Receive no penalty

Everyone out for themselves
But who looks out for you
With a path so coarse and twisted
Don’t walk, run to freedom
Death is just a figure of speech

No one has it figured out
I know this without a doubt

Not the guard patrolling
Nor the teacher strolling

Not the scientist in theory
Nor the taxi driver steering

It may seem as though they have a hard heart
That doesn’t get twisted or burned by any noble part

It may seem as though they have a metal fist
That knocks and pounds to no exist

It may seem as though they have firm lips
That doesn’t tremble or bite along with any tiff

It may seem as though they have planted feet
That doesn’t trip or skip to get to their seat

It may seem as though their have a clear head
That doesn’t hurt or confuse with anything said

But don’t be mistaken by things that appear to be
What seems strong and solid is really weak just like you and me.