We
are the people
Igniting the flame
Breaking the chaos of the repetition.
Playing through this game of life
Trying to find the experience
Sliding into the grave
This is our fantasy
We live it everyday
Places to be,
People to see.
We’re never growing up
Dancing through life.
Graceful.
Precise.
Lost.
This is our final request.
Abuse.
Back then it was called making a man out of ya.
Blind folded, hands bond, cigarette on mouth.
Facing my ****** expectations of self-image.
What would you have us do.
You’re a king with no crown.
We all dream of heroics
But it fades in our memories.
We’ve have forgotten the dream.
This is a conversation between you and me.
Gazing at the stars.
This is our choice.
Living from day to day.
Minute to minute.
Focused on the ever-changing present.
This is our story.
And it goes a little something like this…