Lobotomy

I felt a genocide in my soul And dictators of the centennial Kept marching, marching till it seemed Hope was springing detrimental I stay and I lie And I strain my mind Trying to find a way A notion, a commotion To promote me To relieve me of my brain For it seems I dwell within daydreams And light-beams and whisk Reality far away Where you can ask Mr.Poe about Annabel Lee or fully comprehend why the caged bird Sings, where there is no black or white, only Flaming indigo days. No plot lines make sense And hence you find Yourself talking to You by the bay After all you are the best to talk to because As Seuss said “there’s no one youer than You” And you’re smarter than the rest of them anyway Your Garden of Eden lies inside your pretty little head And your neuron forest lies on the deflated pillow On your bed where So much is said but there’s nothing to say While your head rises high above Hollywood Hills, your body is trapped in the dirt and The filth Where no one can live but nobody strays In this useless world of apathy and Pain, what’s to say we aren’t all insane? For Only the Ill would see this and stay. Do you questions Astrology or sit and Pray As bodies are thrown into graves each day and Headlines read gunman killed 20 Children today And you’re thinking “There must be another way” But change takes actions not just words to say It’s all just a game for rich bastards to play And the price isn’t right and you can’t be Gay Or Black, Hispanic, or Asian okay? Look at you, nothing but a walking cliché Your sleeves aren’t present for your feelings to be displayed Don’t question Morality, Mortality, or the Milky Way Just sit strapped to the norm and “Do what I say” Shut Up! Tether your opinions before you’re murdered like MLK, JFK or the Victims of the KKK Help the homeless and forgotten? Please, you haven’t got the Time of day Don’t worry about the soldiers out getting slain Or those who fought for love only to have their Rights stripped away You’re a child of the 21st century, Hurray! As the world watches on in disarray Everyday you’re sleeping your Life away And it all comes flooding back when they ask Are You Okay? As all the world was a deafening surge of pain And being only what’s left unsaid I cannot cure the culture war From the small minds inside big heads When it becomes easier to sleep than face the days’ fears When you can’t remember a day that wasn’t adorned by tears Are You Okay? When the rich prescribe the wars and the poor take the fall? When peace anthems are blasted in graffiti on city walls? Are You Okay? When your first world problems have dissolved your personality When the Oxford English Dictionary defines gay as “foolish, stupid, or unimpressive” to Express its’ functionality Are You Okay? When you’re sick of trying Sick of sparkling cheeks giving away that you were crying Sick of pretending so you don’t have to face the disappointment of your mother Sick of trying to see the inner light in others Sick of the desire to be found Sick of feeling your own heart pound Are You Okay? Then a solution to endurance, emerged A way to escape the cataclysmic lows Head back, Barrel Up, High hopes Here goes –then?