Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Sedated For Repair


It is the procrastination of people in my independent state that brings on the hesitation of feelings to vacate, and it leads to a situation tha is making me break; broken down complication of relations is more than I can take.

I can't drink water that's already dried out. I've tried, it disappears and the smoke soon clears and I can finally hear a sound, musically, given to me, a prophecy, leading my democracy, the same as Socrates. You see this aristocratic hate state we live in today, yet I don't participate, it's worthless, like dreams without a purpose, which happens to be America's surplus.

Alone on my own, I keep singing on. Why did I put up with it for so long? Don'’t worry I'm gone. I was an innocent man with big plans. You were my America but now you're covered with tainted lands.

I am waiting perched above the ground, looking down at this God forsaken town. It is time to let go, you already know, just once again being told that individuality brings out the soul, and spirituality will grow old if equality stays cold, making reality remain a show.

It is true this place a dump, so what, my aunt died a drunk, I am still a punk. And like a sinking ship, my dreams soon sunk. I gues I was too slow to realize all those hypocritical lies, at her own demise. To late now the devil came and laid waist, don’t bother pursuing the chase. She got away again, time to begin to fend. She is out of sight, out of mind still trying to wrong all the rights.

But there is not enough time, so live your life and keep up the fight, unlike me, just a link in the chain. Sorry, we are not all the same. No one is to blame this constant, it'’s like the rain. And I am left with eyes wide shut rolling around in a perpetuating rut, just a fool to conclude your own interlude. It's thee American dream you did it with ease, now leave me be.