With my finger on the screen,

Noble desire, sentimentAnd that, you willYou have the talentThe know how,The feeling andAnd the good will,Talent like yoursIs not taughtOr boughtIt’s born within,So don’t worryThat perfect oneIs on the wayAnd you’ll feelAnd know it,When it will say,‘Don’t do anythingElse,Just, write me, today’

To see your Country decay,Right before your eyes,And no one to say:‘STOP! , You have no right,It’s not yours it’s Ours’‘Sweet land of liberty,I will sink thee,Even though I have no right,I’ll make your days blacker,Than blackest night, ‘Say the governing forces of plight.Destructive Dunces,Evil hunches,Away we go,Where nobody really wants to go,Hell is now…

Is there such a thing?Seems that today,It’s soAll taboos, restrictionsLet go,Down, wrong riversWe flow.Before,All was sinNow,Nothing isAnd we’re still not happy!There we standLike idiotsWith open hands,Waiting forHappiness, completionTo fall from the skyNot even knowingThat this feeling of emptinessIs individually createdAnd that happiness isWhat we want to make itThe potential for it,In each individual liesIt cannot…

Sees into the Souls,That invisibly, murmur.

Dirty,21st century clad,A pool of idiots screaming,Wolf!But acting like swine,And We?Pickles in brine,With no crunch left,Cowards!Drowning in vinegar and salt,As insults fly,As Dreams and Country die,Need we ask, Why?

And imagine others,That cannot be.But what is life,Without Fantasy?