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Andromeda


We’re waiting for Armageddon We don’t make an effort anymore To see lives wasting away People of great potential Lost in doubt of a future Who think they know “the way” When in reality, there might not be any path at all. Can any single person make Change their calling? Many have chosen to dedicate themselves to others’ lives Changing the world they’ve seen wrong, but wanting to be right I’ve humbly accepted the challenge that wasn’t given to me I’ve courageously accepted an unknown life for an unknown goal. The last people to trust are those who are sure of the future. They stop searching for answers, for solutions. Doubting, skepticism are virtues. They lack arrogance and are signs of honesty, Character and integrity. I hate politicians, and for that reason, I want to be one. Reform starts from within a system I’m not passionate about creating a successful future, A life with too much money I want to live comfortably, to assign a life That brews my intellectual potential. And to reform the world Where human capital isn’t wasted Working Pennies an hour for something we’ll throw out too soon. Give us all a front porch and leisure. Time that Stirs conversation And grants us Ideas capable of reaching Andromeda.
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