Looking into you're eyes Is like squinting into the sun As I rip out the pages To my most truthful memoir So I never really existed at all
And now I sit Replacing the pages With memories Yet to come And never to come Until we are all left Confused and belittled Surrounded by the philistine artists Who have become Chauvinists to real talent
Tightening nooses Around our feeble throats So we don't leave as they planned
Blinded We still manage to see More than the others do Not as a result of our superior vision As a result of their ignorance
This rogue world Has commenced It's crumbling Like the memoir I fabricated Instead now burning to become ashes To be lost To one day be found But never recognized For how could one ever Recognize ashes To be a commemoration Of the forgotten truths
We think about using The last bit of intelligence They haven't taken from us Along with our passionate indignation At a futile attempt To kick out the chairs Still supporting us From underneath
For then the war would be over But not won And we see A cease fire is not in question
But the sky is still blue So ask yourself this What is it we are fighting for? Sanity? Because that is still In our possession But that is what they want us to believe
So look at that blue sky As your eyes burn from the sun And remember How very complex Your existence has become I wonder If we can ever call this An existence anymore.