these hopes are delusions
those dreams are only visible in the light
ideas flowing, no net to contain
the vision is there, but purpose is out of sight
stay in my lane
do as i'm told
am i insane?
maintain pattern in hold
decisions questioned
rationale undeciphered
the wrong choice is destined
to forever be preferred
i open my mouth
wrong
i don't say a word
wrong
all i have is doubt
when all i am is absurd
my right turns wrong
after not so long
everything, all the time now
the constant flowing thoughts
invasive and not
struggling to find the meaning
but with how deep is the plot
i'll never know more, i'm leaning
when it all is so overwhelming
infinite possibilities
that anything but excessive amounts
of copious spending or
the ability to - is underwhelming
people put in place by abilities
a plan an action
not just a (re)action
together for the integration
of one, one vision, one life,
one planet, one strife
to end the suffering felt by so many
maintained by the greed of so few
but it starts from the bottom
then work it's way way up
middle vs poor
poor vs middle
is exactly what they want
need to stand up and flaunt
the power in the distraught
until classes are no more
or be left to fiddle
in the chains or cell
that we call our own
the freedom is on loan
for freedom is truly a prison
when we can't achieve our mission
i'm no leader
but i don't see
any available neither
none of these ideas are mine
pick and choose
the ones that chime
harmonize and sooth
making the path
paving the way
calculating the math
the future in a day
a day to remember
a day to forget
no day to surrender
no day to surrogate
i'd like to think
that this is more than chatter
that we're on the brink
but i fear none of this matters
hoping for a missing link
some source to start a clatter
awaken the slumbering masses
arise and blink
not asking for much
nothing really at all
just do our part
just some balance,
maybe a crutch
to help the hopeless
to answer the call
a call to action
a shout in the dark
this isolation, these four walls
all aboard the ark
in these dismal times
attempting positivity
is as casting a lure
into the dead sea
the water is rising
the boat is afloat
all those who are thriving
there's an oar to toat
but alas,
diffusion of responsibility
is a cross for all to bear
i am not my brothers keeper
but that doesn't mean i don't care
these words will long be forgotten
but i hope the idea will be bought in
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