Left wondering about the ending.
Just sitting here pondering the message that I'm sending,
maybe it's not what I say but what's left in thoughts smoldering
that makes it's way to the page that I'm penning.
Either way there is a definite reaction of shock
sometimes horror or maybe just some pity hidden behind lock
and key. Don't you see
the words that are swirling through the breeze?
The letters and numbers you all fondle with ease.
I mean really open your eyes and see
don't wait for the right moment, that's not alacrity
it's just bandwagon politics, follow the sea
of people to what's "righteous" or blind to what hasn't been rewritten or erased.
But really sometimes it seems like your heart has been encased
in stone, left alone for it to wither and die
look at me and tell me why
do you really wonder when I cry
is that tear that dropped going to take wind and fly
to help an orphaned society of robots left to be controlled
or lulled into submission because the mission to help has been lost in the folds,
when so many youths minds sit rotting in jail cells that do nothing more than withhold
information from the starvation we face everyday, it's not something that's sold.
So while the rest of you sit there in your easy chair waiting to grow old
I'll be beating a path into peoples ears so they can here the stories that are told
of days past when gallant knights and hero's ruled minds and imagination.
It's not about what you wear or even your social station
we are all still children, living in a world that has lost all patience
we read and feed on the degradation of lost souls
and dreamers who have been left out in the cold
just left there wondering about the ending...
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