i feel a cold blade slice down my spine. you are reading an article about politics i am muttering something about a great revolt, sitting on the floor with my legs crossed thinking about the gift i have to give to the world. you say something about giving up- but i seem to have forgotten what that means. you understand the state of our lives because i have made you see. a single sharp tear is trickling down your nose and onto the tablet screen. fall, fall, fall. it's all going to fall; it's all coming this fall. gather 'round to see the things i see. gather 'round to see the change we need.
you aren't a robot, not anymore at least. you are more than your 9-5 andΒ Β low self-esteem. you are more than a pack a day and 3 McChickens sitting in the way of your dreams. you are more than two eyes glued to a screen. you are more than a sad movie scene. we are stars in the sky, not the stars in fabricated magazines. you are more than what your government has conditioned you to be.