I'm a star in my own right; held
captive as a warranted snapshot
in a world so corporate - free will
couldn't begin to describe it.
Sink into the climate; weather
or not you want it, rain comes down upon
us on a day when we only expect rays
of light - darkness holds a nameless figure.
The tamest vigor blossoms vital signs
of youth within 2 men and a siren
in an epic battle to rule the Hell we
are "free" from as it poses "all relative".
Embellished wishes form a mock trial
in the court room where a sealed fate
rests in OUR hands to create conspiracy
behind the hazel eyes of white men.
My teeth cringe as I grab a glass
and pour a shot of whiskey to
calm my nerves; the system
is creating bodily injuries at sea.
So often we miss the pleas and
add an E to pretend the world is at
your feet bowing, yet the anarchist
movements still exist as your flag burns.
What's in a society if nothing good
is neither in nor out of it in the first or
even the last place? It's a cyclical
metaphor - imprisonment is not optional.
The walk is tough, but one step at a
time will put you light years ahead of any
half-wit running it's mouth before
it's gears - a child always sits in office.
I'm a slave to alterior motives - a
man of ambition, who faces nothing,
but lies is a man worth fighting
against, not for. I bleed red.
Where does your integrity lie - or better yet...why does it?