Society as seen through green glasses
Watching life fly past
Wondering how it will seem
Looking back through glass
Hours and hours, days on end
Life flits past my eyes
Every message I have sent,
And still I can't read lies
Were slaves to our own selfish world
Our digital machine
Soon our dreams will all unfold
We'll die by our own means
Bring me some sanity
In this messed up world of mine
Wash all my dreams of vanity
Swiftly out of my mind
Hold on to what I know is right
Can't wait for yesterday despite
This life Ive lived, I'll live tonight
Ev'rything that I've known I might
Let go so on I press, I'll fight
For our mad sanity
On this ravaged world we dine
Wash all our dreams of vanity
In the emptiness we'll find
That what we knew just could be wrong
That we are not where we belong
Our deeds might shine out through the throngs
Of we who fear and trip along
A road to no sanity
through this needle dug pint of wine
Bleach out the dreams of vanity
And then will be our time
We're slaves to our own twisted vision
Our ravenous creation
Perhaps we'll make the right decision
We'll win this war against ourselves
and set free each generation
Poetry by Joe Fern
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Written on 2008-09-06 at 03:51
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Dystopia (take me home)
Staring at the great blue screenWatching life fly past
Wondering how it will seem
Looking back through glass
Hours and hours, days on end
Life flits past my eyes
Every message I have sent,
And still I can't read lies
Were slaves to our own selfish world
Our digital machine
Soon our dreams will all unfold
We'll die by our own means
Bring me some sanity
In this messed up world of mine
Wash all my dreams of vanity
Swiftly out of my mind
Hold on to what I know is right
Can't wait for yesterday despite
This life Ive lived, I'll live tonight
Ev'rything that I've known I might
Let go so on I press, I'll fight
For our mad sanity
On this ravaged world we dine
Wash all our dreams of vanity
In the emptiness we'll find
That what we knew just could be wrong
That we are not where we belong
Our deeds might shine out through the throngs
Of we who fear and trip along
A road to no sanity
through this needle dug pint of wine
Bleach out the dreams of vanity
And then will be our time
We're slaves to our own twisted vision
Our ravenous creation
Perhaps we'll make the right decision
We'll win this war against ourselves
and set free each generation
Poetry by Joe Fern
Read 475 times
Written on 2008-09-06 at 03:51
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