This world breeds insecurity.
From our emergence out of child,
sun-dappled, sweet -meloned childhood,
to the hectic responsibility of reality.
...
Smile
when they look at you.
Those 'Go to Hell' looks.
Those looks that seem to say it all -
...
Flying by in a blur,
Hello ma’am,
Goodbye sir.
And I just can’t be sure,
...
Sing a little song,
Just an itty bitty ditty,
About the rolling boom
Of the ocean’s lull and gloom.
...
Tell me something new
Just tell me something true...
You dance through lies like rain
...
Drowning in a pool of music -
every fiber toned to that melody -
she feels the rhythm in her blood.
...
Individuality
This world breeds insecurity.
From our emergence out of child,
sun-dappled, sweet -meloned childhood,
to the hectic responsibility of reality.
We become fools of our society;
Always giving up and giving in.
sticking to the “popular” game -
Just searching for some plaudity.
Obscure becomes abnormalities,
hidden away as blasphemy.
No rough edges are permitted here
in this place of virtuities.
Behind masks of pretending - of conformity,
we are left to wither and to die.
Until finally we find ourselves crushed
by the weight of increasing uniformity.
We become lost on the road to individuality
as forced images warp minds and souls
leaving nothing left but traces of flesh and bone.
Left waiting - buried in perversity.