Existence
History flows on a timeline of repetition.
We pride ourselves by following the footsteps of our deconstruction.
Ever since I began to live, I knew this was something I couldn't shoulder.
Yet, as I grow older, the need to do something, grows bolder.
There are things that are supposed to make sense, but it's the complete opposite.
Our life cycle is a continuous, beautiful cycle, but we are the interruption.
We do not give back what we gain, but what we give back are sorry excuses.
We pollute and destroy our habitat, this has become a habit.
We murder and abuse each other, and I don't just mean, people.
We are all, each, one another.
We pass the hungry man, pass the hungry child.
Pass the dying animal on the street.
Stand and watch death at our feet, hoping someone else holds the responsibility.
I would like to believe,
As humans, we are naturally inclined to lending a helping hand.
As much as we are selfish, we are also selfless.
Perhaps this is because of how we have been conditioned.
We are not objects or tools, just social beings that are fools.
Big companies, and humans in all,
We believe we control and own everything, that's our number one issue when it comes to change.
But how are we not the terrorist in our own homes?
We are just as responsible for destruction, as we are for beauty.
We let others say they rule over us, and then wonder why, "we the people" are no longer in control.
I try to think about how it was like before we felt we were the only ones,
Who needed to pay to survive.
And somehow, surviving is considered living.
We are told that it is our cycle, to learn how to get a job and die comfortably.
I don't find that comforting.
To be born as slaves to the corporation's control,
When we can barely survive to just breathe.
But all around us, the same thing continues happening.
We hope someone else holds the responsibility.
For the hungry man, the hungry child, the animals, all dying.
We live in a society that tells us of how we are all so separating.
We're simply the human species, animals living with other living beings.
I want something more than teaching my children the same.
I want something more than this lie,
Than this veil we draped ourselves within,
Because it is too burdensome, and suffocating.
I have a dream, which is repetitive.
I'm sure what I have to say has been said and felt many times before,
But I can't help to still hope for something more.
I have a dream of self-sustainability, a dream of being self-reliant,
The force that makes us, "we the people"
Where one day we will not be afraid of money.
Where our only importance is not of how we can be used.
I have a dream where we finally take responsibility.
And one day where, we can all sit down at the same table, and maybe even call each other family.
This might all be too much to hope for, but a dream can be a powerful thing.
I will admit I am afraid to take a stand and fight for change.
But I'm more afraid of us doing nothing.
If we do something, perhaps we can finally turn the other page.
There is a definite need for a system that doesn't have the power with an essence of ideals,
For it is filled, with only influential human thought.
We need a system that has a promising foundation built upon the essence of life.
No one needs money to live, it is a false social and cultural influence,
Brought up to be right through the norm of its accepted existence.
As much as money can cease to be recognized as money,
Our lives cannot cease to be recognized as reality.
The system of money could work if the human error of greed didn't exist, but it does.
Many people are taught that money is the most important value, but money is an invention.
It was set up for a group in control.
It's foundations, ill supporting, hiding the truth of a, no guaranteed future.
In a Capitalist Society, our social norm is not normal at all.
Today, it seems money is only good if you had money in the beginning.
We can go nowhere, left having to beg the hand that refuses to feed us.
And we are told to get an education that isn't free, so we can be put into a business of puppetry.
We are washed dull by the media, the same voice that tells us to hate us.
We are consumers unaware of what we eat.
We shelter ourselves inside, connected to each other by a wire that disconnects us.
And we forget, we are still outside.
We live in a society that refuses self-education, constantly told we are comfortable and happy, being dumb.
A society where we are no longer men and women, just mere players in the game of life, and mentally unstable.
And we take after the ones in control, to fill this ego of a hole in ourselves,
Criminalizing each other for our helplessness.
We must find ourselves living free from our confines before we begin to see.
Money is not the value of life, and fear is not our education.
I wonder what a government is good for,
What a court system does, or the police even help with,
When the violence and the crime creators, the thieves,
Are now the system.
This is not government, the law, or the police.
This is the power of corruption controlled by the corporation.
This is the power of the want of things.
We fought once before, believed in ourselves, fearless in the face of death for a promise of a better future.
We won before, but we stopped thinking in the comfort.
I wonder, does history really have to keep repeating itself.
For the only thing I fear, is what could have been if we allow this to be our extinction.
We pride ourselves by following the footsteps of our deconstruction.
Ever since I began to live, I knew this was something I couldn't shoulder.
Yet, as I grow older, the need to do something, grows bolder.
There are things that are supposed to make sense, but it's the complete opposite.
Our life cycle is a continuous, beautiful cycle, but we are the interruption.
We do not give back what we gain, but what we give back are sorry excuses.
We pollute and destroy our habitat, this has become a habit.
We murder and abuse each other, and I don't just mean, people.
We are all, each, one another.
We pass the hungry man, pass the hungry child.
Pass the dying animal on the street.
Stand and watch death at our feet, hoping someone else holds the responsibility.
I would like to believe,
As humans, we are naturally inclined to lending a helping hand.
As much as we are selfish, we are also selfless.
Perhaps this is because of how we have been conditioned.
We are not objects or tools, just social beings that are fools.
Big companies, and humans in all,
We believe we control and own everything, that's our number one issue when it comes to change.
But how are we not the terrorist in our own homes?
We are just as responsible for destruction, as we are for beauty.
We let others say they rule over us, and then wonder why, "we the people" are no longer in control.
I try to think about how it was like before we felt we were the only ones,
Who needed to pay to survive.
And somehow, surviving is considered living.
We are told that it is our cycle, to learn how to get a job and die comfortably.
I don't find that comforting.
To be born as slaves to the corporation's control,
When we can barely survive to just breathe.
But all around us, the same thing continues happening.
We hope someone else holds the responsibility.
For the hungry man, the hungry child, the animals, all dying.
We live in a society that tells us of how we are all so separating.
We're simply the human species, animals living with other living beings.
I want something more than teaching my children the same.
I want something more than this lie,
Than this veil we draped ourselves within,
Because it is too burdensome, and suffocating.
I have a dream, which is repetitive.
I'm sure what I have to say has been said and felt many times before,
But I can't help to still hope for something more.
I have a dream of self-sustainability, a dream of being self-reliant,
The force that makes us, "we the people"
Where one day we will not be afraid of money.
Where our only importance is not of how we can be used.
I have a dream where we finally take responsibility.
And one day where, we can all sit down at the same table, and maybe even call each other family.
This might all be too much to hope for, but a dream can be a powerful thing.
I will admit I am afraid to take a stand and fight for change.
But I'm more afraid of us doing nothing.
If we do something, perhaps we can finally turn the other page.
There is a definite need for a system that doesn't have the power with an essence of ideals,
For it is filled, with only influential human thought.
We need a system that has a promising foundation built upon the essence of life.
No one needs money to live, it is a false social and cultural influence,
Brought up to be right through the norm of its accepted existence.
As much as money can cease to be recognized as money,
Our lives cannot cease to be recognized as reality.
The system of money could work if the human error of greed didn't exist, but it does.
Many people are taught that money is the most important value, but money is an invention.
It was set up for a group in control.
It's foundations, ill supporting, hiding the truth of a, no guaranteed future.
In a Capitalist Society, our social norm is not normal at all.
Today, it seems money is only good if you had money in the beginning.
We can go nowhere, left having to beg the hand that refuses to feed us.
And we are told to get an education that isn't free, so we can be put into a business of puppetry.
We are washed dull by the media, the same voice that tells us to hate us.
We are consumers unaware of what we eat.
We shelter ourselves inside, connected to each other by a wire that disconnects us.
And we forget, we are still outside.
We live in a society that refuses self-education, constantly told we are comfortable and happy, being dumb.
A society where we are no longer men and women, just mere players in the game of life, and mentally unstable.
And we take after the ones in control, to fill this ego of a hole in ourselves,
Criminalizing each other for our helplessness.
We must find ourselves living free from our confines before we begin to see.
Money is not the value of life, and fear is not our education.
I wonder what a government is good for,
What a court system does, or the police even help with,
When the violence and the crime creators, the thieves,
Are now the system.
This is not government, the law, or the police.
This is the power of corruption controlled by the corporation.
This is the power of the want of things.
We fought once before, believed in ourselves, fearless in the face of death for a promise of a better future.
We won before, but we stopped thinking in the comfort.
I wonder, does history really have to keep repeating itself.
For the only thing I fear, is what could have been if we allow this to be our extinction.