Rant

~~It always comes to this
 Ignorance was never really pure bliss
 It was just the case that you missed
 Out on equivalent facts that would in fact bring your life into longevity
 As if you had no ability to remember it in your mind
 The wrong words can be so kind
 In comforting you
 When you actually need those words that are true to scare you
 Into your right point of kind
 Are words really a peace of mind!
Or are words just something that we made up just to come up with lies
 To commemorate the lives
 Of people that we should hide
 Within the doors of our minds so we and them may find peace
 To die
 Cause we just hold people back from their after lives
 And it's the truth
 If you weren't so ruthless
 Maybe you'd find the time to listen to this
 And that
 As a matter of fact
 It's not like people actually think back
 Like a cool cat like me
 And obviously
 Because I can
 I'm able to just do all this writing with my hands
 The thoughts of man
 So confined
 So small minded in the blue skies
 Where there is no limit
 Or at least we pretend it is
 And I believe that the sky is higher
 That our thoughts sore mightier
 Than any small minded human being May dream
 Just like the loose end of your pocket seams
 Everything you take in, you leave
 On the ground at the bus stop
 For somebody to use as a prop
 For loose change from the people on their way to the train
 Mindless games
 No it's ever the same.....
 This poem may seem strange
 But in some strange way you know what I'm saying today.
 Listening as I'm keeping a person that's irate
 From losing theirselves to a playmate
 Complicated how so many of us are
 Sedated
 To not be
 Educated
 So we can be segregated
 And assassinated