Words for a Century of Turns

We lost our power, we reclaim our power.

Each one goes through all the stages of love, in an hour.

We claim to know the answers; we clear ourselves from doubt,

We feel a short sharp glimpse

Of what is all about.

We inspire one another

We think about things that others wouldn’t bother.

We join in ideals, sister, brother.

I try, you try, she tries too,

We live life as a prize, even if we struggle to pull it through.

We sing through pain.

We read through pain.

This century’s mind prison is the wage slave.

We have it so easy really,

I mean comparatively.

We are all so free.

So free we choose to live in bondage, he said to me.

When we don’t have our dreams stolen.

Our faces tired, our feet swollen.

We grow wings, we break strings.

Sink in warm water to be reborn.

Philosophy makes good intellectual porn.

In the name of liberty, escape the city.

Oh come on, use what you learn.

Being a better person is actually something that you earn.

The high standards of magazines that will never understand you’re unique

So many broken souls doing their critique.

Broken politics and religious shame.

Some many lies told but we are not falling in the game, again.

Rhetoric might make a wonderful speech.

But I’m not listening lalalalala you see.

There’s still a lot of potential to reach.

We know and now we seek.

The world is a teacher, and not what it seems.

The feeling so strong.

The hope so young.

The world so old.

Extended arms, open fields.

Get them caught before the arms deals.

I heard you say between the smiles.

The future darling, is in your hands.