Separation Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I keep telling you I'm not a parasite.
Why won't you listen?
Is it not a reasonable exhibition?
In a moment, in flash before your very own eyes.
You come to this realization.
It is hard enough just to survive.
Without dragging out the reasons.
Where is the drive?
A substitute in vehicles.
With time being whats not already traveled.
The distance of measurement in minutes not miles.
With all the changing in styles.
Will my sense of moral ever be the same?
What was once wrong is now so far gone.
Flying high in protest.
It is a separation between you and your inner self.