Why? Why can I see what nobody else can?
It's not all propoganda.
All I quest for is to find a nice quiet plate, a happy place where we all share and not just take.
I wish so many things and dream so many dreams, but what does it all mean?
How is one to make any sense of a constant flow of ideas and memories?

It's like i'm stuck in overdrive, not knowing where I'm going and forgetting where I came from.
You try to strip me down to nothing just to fix the kinks, how can you truly know I'M wrong?!
How can You say it's not right?
How can you spend your whole life running and hiding your eyes?

What's next... why are we here.
Just tell me you understand, tell me you care...
But you better mean those words.