Internally we see the thoughts of grown incineration
A challenge of the right for pure chaotic contemplation
To replace the patterned reverberation of the status quo
Into the things we strongly talk about and often burn to know
Not the fodder that wastes the precious ticks upon the clock
But those of substance that provoke intense curious thought
No more sticking birded heads into glowing TV filtered sand
Now is the time to hold ****** dreams inside your very hand
Gone are the days of holding smoldering feelings in silent
Now we see the weaknesses and now we see the triumph
For we each imprison the Brightness that burns in the ever dark
Forever-hunting shadowy places just to bring a light's spark
We fight unto the darkness to remain inside the light
Within the very soul of us, not merely day or night  
As we try to fall away from dark world bent on decay
We bring the light by eating spoonfuls of sun everyday!