stole soul

So we born so we die
yet everything's copacetic
only the dreamers ask why
so no need to be apathetic

As far as I can see
we are all born free
yet we still enslave our brain
making existence simple and plain

for when I cast my gaze at life
behold a dramatic exercise in fantasy
a distaste for pain yet much strife
no easy escape through simplicity

As difficult as the path may seem
this journey seems to make me wise
just enough hope to allow me to dream
being a visionary through the sea of lies

Don't talk to me of resistance
that just leads to mass persistence
and has always been the primary basis
for our brutally cruel mind numbing stasis

Opposition just lead to more insanity
in this game we affectionately call humanity
Changing our complicated ways is so very hard
but how many times we gunna play the same card?

I think we are finally approaching the brink
becomes painfully clear no matter what we think
happiness and balance are the two things we can't
make manifest even if we try our best with the rant