Maybe ADD is a conspiracy theory
Popping pills 'cause authority is wary
That we'll think harder than schools allow
But our brains are more than numb by now

We know that Martians don't exist
And monsters don't hide under beds
We know that imagination's dead
That's what you've drilled into our heads

We know that robots won't abduct
Not until you turn us into them
We know not to listen to a word you say
We won't make that mistake again

You won't listen to our problems
We had dreams but we lost them
You chased them away
But who needs dreaming anyway?

*We do

The fast lane is too **** slow
Stop signs never turn to go
The geniuses just do not know
The fast lane is too **** slow

I'm tired of nothingness
Monotonous, lonely, stupid ****
Careful kids and reckless authority
Empty, broken, stupid conformity

The fast lane of moving assembly lines
The same **** action every time
"Gimme, gimme, it's all mine!"
Conveyor belts and assembly lines

I'm gonna go against the majority
Redefining your priority
Careful kids and reckless authority
Empty, broken, stupid conformity.

Some things for which I'm grateful always seem to go unmentioned
And I'd like to tell these things to you that clearly deserve attention
I'd like to thank you for the times that I needed your help
The calls you answered every time in sickness and in health
I know it might seem strange to give my thanks for all the struggles
For all the little things for which I managed to get in trouble.
For some reason you accept me and I find that quite absurd
But I'd like to reciprocate and give you my sincere word
That regardless of what you do, regardless of what you say
I'll be there for you no matter what at the end of every day
I'm grateful for you always and I'm grateful this thanksgiving
I'm grateful for my friends that always make my life worth living.
I'm grateful that God blessed the path that I chose to take
The path that led me to meeting you, just a culmination of my mistakes
The mistakes I made, the struggles I faced, and the stupid things I've done
I've lost so many times but finding you means that I won.
I've lost so many people but I've won so many more
And I'm thankful for every open window and every deadlocked door.

I've come to realize there are no distinguished leaders
it is all just one big popularity contest
The same as high school, only we are older now
Never as wise as we wish, never as smart as we expected
The class clowns and beauty queens still exist
The athletes and the drama club
the choir class soloists taking the stage
The home improvement woodshop workers and the cooking class Betty Crockers whipping up cakes and building houses
The power driven still dream of change yet they cannot seem to get past debating countless opinions and visions but never reaching sensible conclusions
With the end result beings their dream to charge $1,500 a dinner plate & take lavish vacations to cabins in the woods or private resorts.......but only IF ...they gain the popular vote
And the great dragon smiles at his thread of influence, tugging on the strings of the puppets he's created, stealing what has never been his, yet he too wants to win the popularity contest

Stubborn in stature & determined by untamed will, she is unable to stop herself. Like that tornado that blew through Kansas, yes that tornado, it swept Dorothy away to a world nobody and everybody knows of. Maybe there she can find a prescription to fix her. Find her a brain, courage? Maybe even take her home...
Without control she rebels instinctively out of pure spite.
Her words are uttered in a childish fashion as if there were a need for defense.
Health escapes her thoughts, she feels there is no need for care. No need to pay attention to her body, no need for a responsible mind....she'll let the pills take care of that.....or maybe therapy. But that can spin out of control too. Just fill the bottles up like clockwork. If she doesn't smile, perhaps it was the dosage. There is no need to dwell on the questions in her mind, they come and go so quickly.
"How could they not take me seriously?"
"Why don't they listen to me?"
Tears flow as she falls apart then laughs at the funny parts, because so much of it is......funny. But wait!!!! The madness has only just begun! Anger is the horror of it all, adrenaline and a blackness like a veil covers what is true, she appears possessed in a horrid-dark-angry cloud of violence. Hide the knives!!!! Do not give her access to the pills... this is her torment. And alas the depression reigns. No showers today or maybe all week. She does not want to do anything but sleep. Until the dosage is doubled and finally she feels alive once again.

I picture his fingers
.           lightly dusting over my body
.                    like a feather....  in every curve.

.                          Caressing my every imperfection
.                                  as if I were completely irresistible

.                    I imagine the kisses as pure and honest  
.               as sweet dripping honey,
.                      luscious and inviting, sweet.

.                       Our embrace is graceful, tender,  
.                              thoughtful; delicately wrapping  
.               like a satin fabric
.                       lingering quietly draped
                                                      so so soft............
.                                               ­                    I imagine