He was thinking

That lies came to his lips

Faster than they used to

And he wondered

At what moment

He became this way

He was thinking

That he used to listen

For birds out the window

Try to identify them

By their chirp

Now he only hears 

The heater turning on

When he is staring at the wall

He was thinking

That it was all his thinking

That changed him

And he wondered

At what moment

He locked himself away

His smile never seemed

To touch his eyes

And so he went outside 

And shut his eyes

And waited

For the next bird

To fly by

Working two or three jobs just to make the ends meet,

while the fruits of your labor feed someone else's greed.

When Monsanto tells us we can't save our seeds,

It's more than haves and have nots it's basic human needs.

We trade meaningless paper for our meaningful time;

we've forgotten the skills we once honed to survive.

There's no American Dream it's all American Lies--

This is hardly living, it's just being alive

I want to climb to the top of the tallest building & scream from the top of my lungs:

"Why are we living this way...why are we living this way?"

Is anybody happy, is anybody whole,

does anybody's paycheck fill the void in their soul?

Then tell me why...

Why are we living this way?

Left or right

Up or down

The path you take

May astound you

Ground you.

Be so profound you

Turn around to

Admire the lines behind you.

They remind you.

I'm picking up pieces of mem'ries that broke in my mind; 

mosaic them together so much better but with no sense of time.

I'll wall them off with stained glass so when I look through

everything is beautiful, though nothing's quite true.

There are no words,

no syntax, just sinew.

It's not your beliefs,

but choices that define you...

Here I sit suturing shards of this life that's no longer my own;

I'll sweep up the rubble and from it I build my new home.

I'll wall it off with ivy so that when sun shines through

everything is beautiful and the colors are true.

All my compiled 

               contradictions 

                    coalesce to create me,

but I don't mind the patchwork, 'cause it makes a better story.

Our individual motions of matter

Caused my finger to pull the trigger

And your brain to splatter,

And in just one moment

Reality crumbled and the world shattered.

I don't know what happened,

I thought it would be so fun,

But here I am just holding this gun,

Praying to God, "What have I done?"