Change happens at a snails pace
Through power and greed we’re losing the race
Erasing history so we can force-feed our face
And live in a world with no style or grace
Which leaves me with a bad taste
Such a shame, what a waste
Stuck on this floating rock in Outer space

But who am I to judge?
Who am I to make a claim?
My voice rings out, but things stay the same
I’ll be dead and gone before they even know my name
And change won’t happen if nothings changed
Where I stand, I still remain
Hoping to not go insane

A soft touch and a cool breeze
The changing of colors on the fall leaves
But nothings changed if nothing’s changed
So I decided to stay in my own lane
A candidate for the hall of shame
With more pain, comes more pain
Unrelenting, yet unafraid