I don't get it?
How simple is it to stay inside?
Get the essentials, then run back and hide.
I get there's situations, maybe some people's deprived.
I'm sensitive to this, but this is what history created, a unhurried suicide.
A portion of the human race living in luxury, when majority having daily to strive.
At the same time, there are those
That refuse to help themselves.
Is it derived by situation, or lack of drive.
All I know is...
The world is cynical.
Built from living  in a world that's constructed on lies.
Sometimes I wish as a race we could ascend
Elevate our consciousness,
So it's raised above the chaos
Be alligned with the skies.
With morality our compass, a human race revived.

Sitting here jotting down my current thoughts.
I get stuck on this thought
Has the world gone insane?
Or are we just bored?
Living this life without knowing it's true purpose
this notion we ignore, so we don't get caught
in spiralling mess, leaving us perplexed
fighting feelngs we previously fought
it leaves your stomach in knotts
hurling up reasons that does not make sense
are we here to destroy this world, or simply to live
is this just a badly written plot, common sense twisting
Brains going insane,
Reasoning starting to clot.

Wait? this topic's to hot

To the subject at hand
stay inside, together protecting one another
without having to try.
i get its frustrating i am not going to lie
the alternitave, is possibly having to die
we not scared of death, as the verse above would imply
We scared of the unknown, a feeling we disown
so stop risking our lives.
I know every circumstance is different, it can be tough at times.
There are measures in place, so together we strive
Together apart, we all going to survive.

We sit inside a timeless cacoon, with the realty of time exempt.
Is this not the time for us to personally evolve
To search our soul indepth.

No pressures from a lucid world
Just you and self respect.
Journey to the depth of ones mind
clean the rooms that were unkept.

A broken heart mends with self love
the reality of this we should accept.
Love starts with the person looking at you,
in a mirror their perfection reflect.

Speak to the parts we use to love
now because of life neglect.
your inner clown or inner child
break free, let yourself express.

If sadness is what holding you back
Dive into this forrest of sorrow, the hurt you have to inspect.
Like tears of anaethesia, away this sorrow will be wept.

Death.
Has no view in hindsight.

Freedom is illusion,
We have become dissolution-ed to that notion.
The definition of freedom, you may think me a madman,
Let me alleviate bordem, With this wisdom.

A sip of water, before we begin.

"The power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants"
Is this really the case?
Can we use words as we please? Has it been structured to be used only as they feel?
There is being  insensitive, then there is being just mean.
What if we rough around the edges? don't say what I mean?
We guided by signals, life is controlled by media, worlds thoughts through a little big screen.
Their twisted agendas silently pushed through, a constant reel.
By showing lying images that makes your heart feel.
Bombarded constantly with same concept
Until your thoughts are numb, and it can no longer heal.

You cant  think anymore, truths getting blurred.
The facts was airtight.
You thought you 100 percent sure
As they whisper all around you
That lines starts slowly to blur
Your resolve has dissolved
With the truth getting blurred.

Your stance on this subject has been slowly reversed, without leaving your home, your soul have been cursed.
Now we in confinement
There's nowhere to escape
So it's going to get worse.

Am I just clutching at straws?

Have we built up a tolerance
Have we become uncursed
They have been telling so many lies, what they now say, do we switfly disperse
Don't pretend you do not know where I'm coming from
This must hit a nerve, it's the truth within a plea
This message diverse.

Corona virus, Corona virus
Truth is it's a retrovirus
How are we supposed to protect our Iris
I wish I could ingest a antivirus.
You mean a cure?

Who asked you for chorus?

Go get the horses, tonight they don't know what the main course is
It's the apocalypse
Each one will have their own story
Mine won't be boring
I sat whole day watching finding Dory
Wishing I could forget
What I did this morning
The same as yesterday
My life has become a rerun and really corny

The up side
I have a wife, so that's impecably good when I get lustfully *****
I work from home
The only solace, when outside it's pouring.

i already redid all the flooring
now the inside of my mind i started exploring
i left so quickly
beacause i dont know what inside there i'm storing
It looked so gory
even myself at times i started ignoring

What day is it?
i stopped counting
everyday i see a little more people pouting
when they think about the last time they were out on a outing
i even started doubting,
that this life is real
this whole ordeal i started flouting.