Right or wrong? It's just not right- That nothing's wrong. All seems to "scream" Some perfect song. The media shouts! It's "enlightened way"- While humanity is blind To it's decay. Be perfect, be rich Be sexy and fun. Be nasty...a bitch. We are all on the run-- Cause nothing makes sense. Not much more anyway- Trust...a picket fence... Don't care much to pray. For meaning and hope- Lacks it's silver thread- To the light once so new Lost in dope and the dead. And everyone says that, "It's just not right"... While we all battle sadness- And sleepless nights-- Too weak to fight... Too "dumb" to be right... Intelligent and bright-- In our dreams we take flight... While all is not right.
Reason for writing:
Dazed and confused..
Birth sign: Aries
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