We reserve the right of freedom to fly Within the confines of invisible boundaries...
Under the false pretense of being free.
Never to soar to the height of truth's eclipse;
For the brave few that have dared... no longer speak, But are spoken of in 30-second clips;
While we look on wearing our suits, and Ray Bans....
It should be an evocation to bear arms
With our pens at very least!
We've become so entangled by the web.
Blinded by our sites of choice.
We live in pseudoworlds on checks and ballances For the interest of someone else's account.
Feeding on lie after lie
Deep-fried in saturated credit.
We only know the truths we pallate and possess.
Lacking the fittness of thought to find the final resolve:
Should it someday come from the fury of our fists... And power of our bullets.
All we have left to hang on to is what faith is worth in ideals
When words are only words.
Copyright June 14, 2009.