no one cares if they live or die skin, body, spirit Grinding, Sweating away the hours the years of their lives to live in a ****** place get drunk, get ****** procreate further minions to carry on tradition of assembly-line-like existence. there must be something something to believe in more to this our mortal life than the morning commute the eight-hour-blur the drive home falling into a chair in a room you can't afford to watch mind control media, bureaucracy, drudgery there must be something a better way to be on planet earth the planet is a wonder the people I like but not what we do what we have done for years on end. give us something anything - to believe in no more nihilism no more consumerism no more shackles of debt when the plague is over give me the green fields in the foothills in the small towns give me the summer sidewalks in the city give us all easy living like when they talk about summer of sixty-nine. give each of my poor friends a home to call their own show the people mercy give the folks who cannot take care of themselves the Haven they deserve and care from all of us. nobody no one not a soul should have to spend everything in them just to get by. we all just want to make it. is that too much to ask?