I feel like I’m not meant for this world
Impossible and overwhelming
The never-ending story of life  
Like Buzz Lightyear
To infinity and beyond
I’m gone and out
To the stars I go home
With or without
You, love
The concept of faith
That I embrace
Inside a metaphorical
Oracle space
Guns are drawn
Lives laid down
The path before us
Is all around
Street corner preachers
Preach more truth
Than your local church speakers
We wait for someone else to save us
But the saviors only work as they are paid
By the ones who create and add zeros to their name
Those so-called heroes now die in vain
Why is it that we live this way?
Who is really to say
If not for God then who?
Suit wearing terrorists
Who justify death over you
Where ever capital can be made
Is the Unitarian way
Say what you will
But your words are the ink to my quill
Technology seems to be
The only progression made
Price over life everything else thrown away
The value of a dollar has us all enslaved
Chaos is order
Yet undeciphered
Balance is inequality
Yet is required
Funny how things mean one thing
But define another
Duality inside the human motive
It’s all a cluster and explosive
The more you know the less devoted
Exposing truths beyond the shadow of a doubt
Our world leaders are crooks
Who destroy the meaning
Of what a human being is about