Our bodies lay parallel
Next to each other -
We never cross,
We never touch.
I forget what it's like to feel
Perpendicular to you.
These coordinates I've learned
To graph over my years
Finally have meaning to me now.
And I now realize that I
Hate mathematics more
Than I did my sophomore year.

The American Dream needs feeding
It's bones are starting to show
Everyone cawing ME ME ME
Empty calories of greed
It's hunger is never satisfied
Feet calloused and bleeding
Spinning that hamster wheel
Gold plated bars on cages full of ****
No where to go but dead
And we got to get there first
No need for a fancy hearse
Just add the bodies to the pile
The stench is a mile high
The price we have to pay to touch the sky
Blood is cheaper than oil
So we have to keep breeding
For that American DreaM(achine) needs feeding

I walked a path so narrow,
I could not keep a balance.

I walked a path so wide and wild,
I lost my way.

I sat,
Head in hands.

I looked up,
And saw my dream ahead.

I followed my path,
Wide enough, I kept balance,
Narrow enough, I kept my way.

I saw my dream,
Growing closer with every step.

I know my path,
It is right for me.