"Everything's Okay" reflections, staring back at me audio projections, ringing everlastingly it's hard to understand our minds in this rift of space and time incisions, we all separate divisions, when will we equate? we're basically walking around blind in this rift of space and time time and time i stop to think but as fate should have it am abruptly blinked to a memory i didn't try to find in a rift of space and time for all the time i've dedicated to enlightenment and a higher state i wonder now; was it all a waste? when did 10 years from now turn into today? questionable conclusions continously made delusions will surely lead us astray away from the solution to a better day forever blinded by the illusion, "everything's okay" __________________________________________________________________________ EDIT: new little poem. slightly more freely structured and more like a rant with carefully chosen words. haha. titled... hmmmm... i dunno. titled "The Hook" sincerity is missing, priorities are misplaced. if only we were all in it to restore their rightful state— just think: we don’t even have to wait. It could all begin today, with the birth of a child and in our history a new chapter would be filed. a new age of parenting. an era of truth where the government is trustworthy to even the youth. our rebellious cries are not overlooked, just ignored. that’s the hook. They know what they took. make no mistake: the representation of our country will not hesitate to lie to our face provided it rubs them the right way. Money is problems. The american dream isn’t flawless. But there are certainly steps we can take to solve this. let me know what you guys think.. if i remember correctly i only spent around 15 minutes writing the whole thing-- but i'm pretty happy with the way it turned out. after some possible slight revision and refinement, i'll probably jam out a tune that i can feel matching these lyrics on my guitar and lay down the vox over it.