without hope
angels tread
lightly
across the valleys
of my mind
that separate
here from there
this from the present time
which is only an illusion
of our society
created to keep us
occupied
time a theory of the mind
it isn’t what you do
but how you live your life
that matters
for reality now
is merely
a state of
our own creation
a belief
we create this so called reality
it isn’t what you have
it isn’t what you own
for things seem to go out of style fast
the only thing that last
are things that wont turn to ashes and dust
but now we live in a material world
filled with cocaine queens
made to be the leaders
of the children
plastic faced pop stars
without souls
who are merely puppets on
strings
being played
by greed and the amount of green
one big masquerade
the pied piper
lives in everyone’s home down
no need to worry about your children
for they are safe in front of the tv
or at least that’s what you think
crazy
insane
i don’t understand
how everyone forgot
what life was like
before we were nothing more
then extensions of machines
some obey the screens
some listen to the lies
the media lies
i laugh when i hear
someone say
well the tv said so
so it most be true
poor soul if they only knew
he looks at me
as always
trying to remind me
that in reality
all of you
are comfortable
dead
numb
and dumb
happy
with your cancer
causing
junk food
content
with the emptiness
happy to hear
the same song
a million times
the same tv show
over and over
you like it
cause its safe
safe?
i am insane
i must be because
to me
letting a box
rule your life
make you a slave
fill up your days
seems a bit mad to me
well maybe it may just be
you cant unplug them
but why
i ask?
why
i scream
so many things
have changed
since i was a child
before the media ruled the world
before we made theater wars
before the only thing that mattered was your suv
there is only one cure
only one way
to save a life
plug them into there soul
what is it
its here
in front of you
find the truth
that is the only thing
that will get you though