In awe of the law
that beats until you're raw.

Your face plastered universally.
You never got to go to University.

As if that's the worst of it all,
even though you've lived in fear
since you could crawl.

Got bullied in school
but you kept your cool
knowing reciprocating the behavior
wouldn't do you any favors
in a place where your neighbors
treat people like flavors
picking favorites, discarding others.

As if we don't all belong to a mother
who gave love and taught us what's right
along with advice not to fight.

Your fight is your existence she said.
She got through to him,
but not before the bullet
got through his head.

I am shackled to a chain
of which I am just another link.
It doesn't matter if I sink:
the definition of inhumane.

The chain is not for me
if it were up to me baby, I'd be free.

It keeps us connected
to a world that's neglected
the real wound that's infected
keeping us injected
with an attitude of being unaffected
until a human life is rejected
of being respected.

Sprawled in the grass
how do you make this feeling last?

I can't separate myself
from anything else.

What is the concept of time
when every moment is prime?

Just shut off your ego and open your eyes
and what you find may come as a surprise.

We are wasting away
every day that goes by
but
every day that goes by
how much time do we waste?

We mustn't make haste
travel at our own pace
claim your place
grow to know your own face.

This is our fate:
we are wasting away
one day at a time
we choose whether or not it's sublime.