The more I learn about the world,
The more it disgusts me.
For, as I climb experience's scaffold,
The more wrong things I see.
And, should I continue to climb higher,
I will only see more and more of the view.
I cannot escape the internal fire
That burns without hope of being subdued;
I cannot escape the greater chaos
That works to overtake my mind.
Everything is clouded in mental frost
and political, historical, religious, and sensual grind--
Grinding and mixing and separating together
In clumps of pretext, reason, and political motive
Building on history's old deafening shoulder
And everyone thinks they know what gives
But they only know what their prejudice says,
What the "facts" have concocted in their head
And the world is inhabited with "we's" and "they's"
And everyone has the right way that they're fed
And things just get crazier and crazier
'Til I want to just wish we could all agree
To stop the silliness, greed, and fanatical fear
And just be accepting of differences and totally free
But the more I learn about the world
The more impossible it seems.