where inspiration is
might be pain
strong you think
you are
until
falling
all over your life
are tears in storm like
passions, emotionally seeing
realizing
this is real suffering
really, then
justice seems so  far out of reach,
peace a star so far out of reach
songs
as wistful non-meaning
capitalism
protests as futile,
might as am I sure
I meant to do that,
fright as a lonely dark night
spent with my conscious.