I made it up, made it
Doubling down, double agent
Mastering their game
By the rules they gave us
Ate up it all, they made us
Everyday was the same
Mumbling manners
“Don’t play with your plate”
Drinking kool aid
Tongue paint and tooth aches
Always late for an important date
Paralyzed by the poisonous lies, we faked to delay it
We tried to deny, we caved, we craved, we exhaled and sighed
Grounded in Groundhog Day till the day we die
Could never ask why
Couldn’t bat an eye
Couldn’t cry
No matter how tired we were at the time
Shiny disguises
Blind the mind
But sometimes wings we find coded inside
Like butterflies
We’re weaved like webs with the waves we ride
Can never catch it, catch up, match it
Though we all try
Walking the wire
Feeding the fire
Purging out what we don’t need now
Bridges breaking down
Seems nothing is sacred now
It’s all so strange and loud
Moving, growing, out and about and all around
Slowly then and suddenly now
I hear sounds
Ringing throughout my mind like a heavy crown that makes me bow
Falling down
Starting again from the ground
What am I thinking?
I should be proud
Thinking I’ve really learned as I turn around
Tongue tied and twisted around
If we are what we eat then we’re the bait too now?
We learned to interpret
We learned about taste
I learned about gardens
I learned about Gates
Peer pressure pushed us too much to measure  
So some gave up, had enough said “whatever”
Confused abuse for Truth
Twisted faces scurried away from escape gates
Gasping as they gave up
So we could get away
And create a change that changes from which it’s made
We’re webbed by the weaving of the waves we've braided
I broke away sacred chains for a clean slates and traded a bad trade and upgraded
Picked up the pace
Learned love burns but it’s worth the hurt ’till the next turn, always
Learned to let go and take turns, learned my place
We never get anything we never earn so don’t look back to better days
Get up and make a change
Stare it in its face  
Read between the lines
What am I not asking right?
Am I petrified or disguised?
Cages can be castles
Homes protect and hassle
Sometimes our ideals just aren’t practical
So we learn to look away
Thinking it keeps us sane,
A place to hide and stay
From bullies with due dates
Say these are our last days
To come out and play
See them seething for sinners to chase?
To shake for loose change?
A master race to erase?
Pushing pleasure and pain as doorways to escape,
Marking main breaks in the chain makes them feel safe from what haunts their days
They’ll keep waiting, running races for another’s payday
Constant charity, no vacations from enslavement
Returning to the pain that breaks them,
To the ones that claim to save them, mark, milk and rearrange them
In the name of
Creation