Many have heard, of the Federal Reserve
And the great things that it does for us.
The private institution that causes confusion,
Is rapidly losing our trust.
There is interest on debt as the middle-class sweats;
A system that seems quite absurd.
Republican, Democrat they are just pawns of all that.
It is the people at Bilderberg.

Being bored just strikes a chord,
To want things I cannot afford.
Instead I write some silly thoughts
About how easy to get lost.
Searching the planetarium
For the contents of my cranium.
If it is all the same but all unique;
Tell me why the people freak?
Fighting the wars and strive for gold,
A pursuit they not know two fold.

It's a beautiful day
I've been wasting away.
Sitting in silence,
All thoughts are astray.
I think to myself of the time I have lost.
I think of great things and how much they will cost.
And how can it be the body can't afford?
The things that my soul will try to adore.
It's all time and money. These things I don't have.
When I'm dead and rotting I'm sure I'll be glad.
When space-time is time-space and nothing exists.
Even though it's all there and my thoughts will persist.
Then I won't worry of the waste I've become.
There won't be emotion inside the ashram.

It's not what you're thinking because I think alone.
Plus the more I care, the more accident-prone.
Inside fears outside is surely what happens.
When you let everyone in on what you imagine.
It is not to say that one should not share,
But make it too public and criticism will flare.
One of these days though, when my stone is real sharp,
I will allow for a stab to the heart.
I will make room for a judgment or two.
So please, grab a chair, there are only a few.