Conspiracy

You see that everything is a conspiracy, a life full of misery.

In everything lays a deeper meaning, this guy is day dreaming.

He's trying to prove them all wrong, his troubles are life long. 

Wasting the day as he has his say, people's opinions he tries to sway.

He's always looking out for a new convert, whilst he's dishing out his own dirt.

He's determined to prove them all wrong, his troubles are life long.

Inside he's looking for a deeper meaning, he keeps on day dreaming.

He's researched everything that he's seen, but his back garden just isn't clean.

But he's keen to prove them all wrong, he keeps on playing the same old song.

He always knows when it comes to blows, he always has a stuck up nose.

A tunnel visioned minded soul, 
he's falling down a dark hole.

Like an ostrich he says that you bury your head in the sand, 
But you just don't agree with the vision that he has of this land.

His ideas seem so rigid, 
set in his ways, 
bitterly cold and frigid.

But can't you see that it's always going to be this way,  
he's always going to have his say.

Get up in search of that brighter day,
Life's too short to worry your life away.

Poem written by Paolo Jon Agnilleri /Copyright 2017