From the depths of confusion

A reality that is not worth choosing

A light in the fog

Of night

Creates the hope of

A return to what is real

What is true

A light in the distance reminds me

Of you

To make a dash and push the waters

To go forth and go farther

We all need a light in the night

To know where we are

And not return to where we have

Been

The waves crash along the vessel

But even though we are tested

And with reality we wrestle

I can see a way forward

Together

We find the truth along the show

Of what is real and what is true

Take me to the sea

The giver of life

To you and me

The nautical blues fade

Into the mist of the sky fallen

Into the oceans

Where the world is somehow small and near

Away from the grinding thistle of life

Upon the lies of the elite

Bear down on us

But life is only made through water

And water alone

Take me to the sea

Where I can return

To being my own

Tax and toll the masses

Into submission again

And again

Don’t ask questions

Just smother them

With the burden of life once so pure

Now polluted with the ideas

Of the singular devotion chosen fools

So take your money one penny at a time

What will wither away

Will grow back one hundred fold

In time

Uptown people

Spending time with the downtown folks

Stringing words on notes

Being one of the greatest

Impact on the human interaction

Tough in traction

But the people have each other at heart

Hardly hated by the wars orchestrated by

Those few who benefit greatly

Stately types

Embedded and look a likes

The chose people the chose choice

Of a wickedness so deep

Only one can begin to understand

That people are the ones whos hearts

Will win

Together

Together

Take the roll and strike the match

Intake the smoke

Cigarette behold

But don’t come up flat

Can we retake our future

As we have been cut down

Identity obscenity

Obstructions unknown

The roll of smoke give a release

But can only come too late

So heed the warning of the sun risen sky

I knew a man

I knew a guy

But the smoke comes out true

From the mouth of words

To find it’s way up

Into the clouds

And the birds

The folding hour is upon us

The rust built up over years

Our eyes closed shut

With cement over my face

To turn away from the truth

To read the media’s take on nothing

To be presented with vanilla hell

Upon the folding hour

We are not doing well

For the news is now the fuse

Of a wet candle

Never to be lit again

And the passive nation

Lumbers on

While we all collapse into a

Depth my mind is unable to construct

As I begin to destruct

Lies to try over and over

Springing out the water like a geyser

Sun beating down on the hard spelled untruths

So hard I need a visor

Don’t tell me to look left

When the move is right

Right behind each other

That is one way to block the light

But light is needed for life

Alright

But when the lies to try

Are being told by the same guy

Who makes a buck all the time

Sells out his country just fine

What lies to come in the next wave

Of life

Bringing us through

To the other side

Next to the lake

Where summer flows

Freely in the mid year

Take away the yields

Crushing the flowers

Taking away the light of day

Destruction is imminent

With the devil on the prowl

Telling us we need him and his dirt

Rather than turning us loose

We have to recompence

So live today

And smile like the love will never be

Stolen away