Is the wholly unknown,
Which is ironic'lly what makes our lives,
Worth the mirrors and smoke,
And yet we raise ev'ry generation,
To stabilize the world,
To accept what's been built and what you have,
A mandate more of the established rule.
Dissension's punished more than rewarded,
Unless in the context,
Of the framework that we have been given,
And not of a world next.
So what to do,
When your heart is screaming,
That the right way to live is different,
Than the current world you're in is seeming?
1 comment:
I know what I would do,
and I think so would you,
when the world is screaming boo hoo,
I'll nod thoughtfully and say, 'how true'
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