Welcome to Earth Please proceed to arrivals to be labelled, categorised and indexed A life plan will be prescribed For our full acceptance please provide an economic return You are then free to live within the status sector selected Welcome to Earth
We are a lot like our shoes Some left, some right Some soles worn Some just tarnished Some tied Some free All different colours and shapes Polished and rough Tongues hang out Waiting for someone to walk us forward Together
The path of youth is a shallow grave Develops character only to misbehave Focus on watching, wasting and sighing Prepare for the future, the old life is dying
Wide open spaces Far away places Where the sun rests on it's cloudy bed at the top of the high peak The thoughts of dreams Of maybe tomorrow schemes As if we have forever to achieve all that we seek This journey we take That we constantly break Lazy work rising to the fore Civilised heart Failing to start Living behind a closed door
Lost is the mood that drives me today Wherever I go it follows my way This society depresses Why am I so bad Crisis in the world directs me to sad Emotional blackmail for a world that is broke Business ain't bad but I still can't be woke
Where are the elected in this generation of need Happy for votes to sow their seed No progress is made to end conflict and hate Economics prevail despite all that is said
To end like this Is not too smart But I feel we are lost Unless we start Standing for truth Not succumbing to fear Challenging not accepting Or Living Does Not Exist Here
I fly on thoughts to the distant horizon All before is gone History Not mine I am leaving too late to enjoy what is left Awake in a reality not of my choosing But is it a dream Is it real life Is it me
Don't think I was wrong Leaving this place The names are the same Just a different face I've changed I've grown A better life I chased But Somewhere on my journey I missed something in my haste
Look to the future You can't change the past Respect for each other Let's build a world to last
The palate of sand Rises to an extreme dryness Reinforced by subtle elements Perhaps grainy Unexposed Pistachio Ah That certain crunch Hits like a punch Only to grind My ivory To paste The illusion I chase
descending at the start to societal expectation I have to refocus and understand this is not the shape of things escape the boundaries look within free real life
Begone all the nay sayers I have risen to be me No more will I be passed over No truth I will not see For life is mine And I must live As this is the only time I can give To those who are sighing What about tomorrow Live like you're dying Self pity Is Sorrow