I have know where to spend my “non dollars” after it’s been cashed in for non sense this new currency isn’t viable, nothing is buyable you have to see. That I have trouble finding who to be After the catastrophe...... I could inspire from the cleansing fire of my own experience Or I could sit in shame as the man who sat back and took the pain but did nothing. I can make a difference with the change I’ve received I will change my mind mid sentence, sentencing my sorrow to jail. So my tomorrow is more then hail and storms But tomorrow reforms my pain I declare standing in the rain The victim will no longer be me, I shout in victory.