Searching for more silver And grains of gleaming gold For eminence and esteem — The prominent pastime of old A constant quest For more than can be Possibly possessed For power and oppression — Hopelessly obsessed Since the completion of the start And commencement of the end There’s one thing that’s always been — Greed The one mortal flaw That unifies us all And hardens the softest heart Greater wages for less labor A goal for all to share For awe and admiration From those who couldn’t care To sustain self-certitude For success and satisfaction Use not fraudulent force But the Heart’s pure application Naive expectations Of younger generations “Have…

Moving through confusion Moving through the breeze Between the crowded minds That walk the city streets Avoiding hope and vision Avoiding common change Traveling the darkened road Wondering if indifference guides their way Trying to break away from stagnant fear Hoping one day to sail the open sea Losing ground while others follow In the footsteps of thoughts set free — Distrusting their gut feeling Not taking the forbidden risk Unlike many before who tried And jumped ahead in steady stride Running around in circles Running around unclear Searching for the open door To let their dreams appear Not wanting what they’ve seen Not liking what they’ve read Trying to…

A tired and painful journey Trying like all the rest Giving everything there is Striving to be the best Drawn towards a common goal Competing with swifter feet Others passing on their way Trying to avoid defeat Fighting to win — never losing stride Hating to lose — never losing pride A spirit burns within the soul Looking for the secret to success Adrenaline generates fevered confidence To be the best With common fame and glory An ignorance comes to pass Unaware of trifle motives Which in the end come last Making way for the future Which greedy hands erect The unstable satisfaction That foolish desires reflect… Personal achievement —…

We read things we know aren’t true And pretend to do things we can’t do But we play along So we can stay in the game Materializing thoughts and words Making moves that are so absurd That we fail to see We are all to blame We blind our children’s eyes We fill their heads with lies And speak of the untruths that we’ve read Fiction shapes their minds Leaving them hypnotized While we go on as if nothing was ever said As we stand for all that’s right We sit and watch our children fight With empty pride To save some other land Reality is fictitious In a world…

Divided by primitive boundaries Drawn by primitive minds Neighbors become inches too close And worlds apart An intense infatuation With extreme exaggeration Overcome with freedom United independently To conquer or defend Against the unseen fear That has grown within Seeking separation From the unseen world In common desperation All of our secrets camouflaged Our weakneses unexposed When it seems that they might get too close We push ourselves away A governed imagination Secured at every station Overcome with freedom More than was bargained for Building higher walls To separate us all Divided we stand Together we fall…

Maximum input level Ultra-high frequency Computer malfunction Minimum density Reactions modified To concur with Unconscious thoughts Subliminal messages To change things You’ve been taught Hence the stage of unwarranted Systems override You know what’s wrong You know what’s right You are strong Put up a fight Resist temptation Decision: OVERLOAD Systems override Distorted feelings inside Controlled expressions out Syntax error Redo without a doubt All signals distorted Transmissions are cut short System takeover Reprogram: ABORT…

They walk the night in aimless vain Silent and unsure Restless and remote To find a place that’s never been Like lost sheep without a flock Fearless and forgotten Quiet and cool Souls caught in an unknown world Another day is One more thing To just fade away Life without purpose Life without a smile Wishing they could stay For just a little while… Like a thunderstorm without a cloud Without direction Without aim Voices without a sound Trapped in a place they don’t belong Feverish uncertainty guides them along Wandering, discovering — Hidden from the focused eye Hoping for a single moment Which we can call our own Kicking…