I Am Close
November 1, 2014
This world is falling apart.
How you ask?
Where do I start?
Love we hide while war we promote.
Technology is poison, and there is no antidote.
Animals are abused, we barely care.
Kids are so brainwashed, all they do is stare.
At the TV, so persuasive. And the music, so addicting.
But the future of these ideas, turn out to be conflicting.
Emotions stir while we feed off teen's sorrow.
A lot of teens nowadays, choose not to see tomorrow.
But the ones that make it the through the suffering pain,
They make it out alive, but nearly insane.
The poisonous technology, I've had a dose.
Conform conform that's how it goes.
I might break free. I'm not ready yet, but I am close.
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