full of opinions i call my own,
thoughts of a minion invade my home,
none are original only recycled,
mindlessly follow deceptive idles,
taught how to work but not how think,
facts seem to float, imagination sink,
knowledge is fueled by the fire of greed,
instead of the betterment of humanity,
they've blinded the masses but no need to see,
i close my eyes to look for beauty,
and you can still hear the voices of movement,
pushing the world for new revolution,
no longer gaze at the towers that stand,
the tide washes away all uneven sands