"It was my mind they chose,
programmed to stay close."
Writing these rhymes in my mind
I feel free. If we could climb the highest
tree and look around what would we see?
A nation of adolescents and grown ups glued
to a t.v. Watching fabricating lights and sets for
thirty minutes leaving our brain with a mystery
Tuning in next week like our favorite show making history
Only to find out the next one only adds to the mystery
I put it out its misery I don't watch t.v. and Life's no longer
a mystery I've seen real lights real sets they don't want us to see
You wont find it on your t.v. or even in those books they label history
so often the truth is belittled as a conspiracy
If we Learn from the past we can prevent future *catastrophe's *.