Down on the forgotton coast
People are getting ready
For change
The man is coming to town
Giving new life
To dead industry
To pollute and do the same
Kind of business
Always done
Destroy
Mother nature
And move on
Down on the forgotton coast
People are getting ready
For change
The man is coming to town
Giving new life
To dead industry
To pollute and do the same
Kind of business
Always done
Destroy
Mother nature
And move on
The desires of the few
Reflect not of the masses
Rather of a few
Confused
Amused
Few
How can I be heard
Should I be heard
Are questions we must ask
Each other
Before we attempt to speak
What can we do in this world
How can we both speak
And listen
So to be heard and to hear
Write right rite
Tonight I feel alright
Above average
Fading fast
Tuesday’s turned
Wednesday worn
Eye’s ease
Night need
Write right rite
Rite
s
Wait until morning
Bite your tongue
Wait until morning
When the brain is young
For tough decisions
Implied paths
Wait until morning
Until the night has passed
One set of theories
Pulls from the others
Stories handed down
Truth wondered
How can a theory set
Be constructed from
Lies
How can a set of truths
Be interwoven with lies
Keep your eyes to the sun
And your feet on the ground
So if you need to run
You will always know how
Who drew the lines
In the dirt and in the sand
Who drew the lines
And divided up the land
Who wrote the words
That turned us in
We followed so blindly
Waiting with a grin
Nothing comes from nothing
Hans draw the letters to create the words
To create the lines
Let’s examine the lines
For we can see the truth
if we just give it time
The net got neutered yesterday
Took the ole mate out back
Who needs equality of information
Let’s get the capitalistic wheels in motion
Nothing is free nothing is fair
Hold on to your memories
While the new politicians settle in
In a space and time
When the new future
Looks like a chained past
Growing up now we have to ask
How will new rules of net neutrality
Truly effect
You and Me
Summary tones
Collections of the drones
Falling up and
Slamming down
Can we call back
At a better time
Call waiting
Call line
The values held
Holding onto
What I have learned
From my journey through
The good times
The bad
Is that each individual
Has the ability to grow
Change
And develop
But just because
Opportunity
Does not breed success
One must act
And take the first step
Writing in form
Has to stay in function
Underground water
Tapped dysfunction
I tap my own resources
Short and few
Writing
I hope
I make it through