I'm only passing through.

Settle down friend, 
you won't be here long,
everybody knows their right, 
and everybody else is wrong,
we have all been given a truth,
and everybody else is a liar,
you can follow your leader,
but I'm more of a dreamer,
all over the world people protest for civil rights,
watched by cops in their gun sights,
I hear the language of the critical,
and I feel the anguish of the spiritual,
turn off your flat screen,
talking heads will make you scream,
walk away from the old institutions,
they only offer lies and temporary solutions,
we're only passing through,
fighting our way through the snarling zoo,
I turn on the lights in the gloom,
watching out for a bullet from a snipers room,
we're all guilty of a little coercion,
and a little hedonistic perversion,
like Alice, we've taken the pill,
but the wheel still grinds at the mill,
holy books have justification for warfare,
soldiers fighting for god, they solemnly declare,
we punch and we kick,
and have felt a little homesick,
but where is home,
somewhere safe under the starry dome,
people holed up in a personal prison,
choosing humanity over patriotism,
fragile minds on the defensive,
everybody's on the offensive,
pushing and pushing,
pulling and pulling,
jostling to get into our personal space,
our sense of equilibrium has been misplaced,
screams reverberate in the worlds ghettos,
as high class ignorance walks around in fancy stilettos,
we cry on our long lonely walks,
passing more tears in the maze of city blocks,
more and more people pouring in,
give me three wishes just like Aladdin,
not for personal gain,
I wanna ease the world of pain,
so many versions of reality,
so many versions of brutality,
eyes of the wolf stare from the wool skin,
going dizzy with all the spin,
deserts and forests strewn with genocide,
stars and stripes march on with greed and pride,
soldiers fighting for peace, causing chaos,
the world looks on with apathy and pathos,
I stare at the ceiling,
looking for some inner healing,
thinking I'm only passing through,
seeking the pretty somewhere in the view,
the wheels of industry turn and turn,
must have it all today, tomorrow is of no concern,
the shackles of slavery are tightening,
get off your knees or you'll suffer a beating,
social media is loaded with paranoia,
with further supplies of government propaganda,
gotta stop responding and reacting,
my anger is on the verge of retiring,
you just know their words are untrue,
I keep on walking, I'm only passing through,
just got to keep in mind,
one day, I will leave all this behind.