• Break forth...
    Another day, another day, another day to move forward.
    I'm angry with life now, but does it really matter,
    the world swirls with lies & wars.
    while the top of the ladder gets fatter.
    A fundamentalist view, on an egotistical world,
    from an optimists eyes, while the chivalrous toil.
    I hold hope, or maybe it's faith,
    that someday, fate can re-arrange,
    the wagers that we've made,
    the cards that we've played,
    or maybe,
    we'll find that hint of a soul,
    that we oh so desire,
    To market and label,
    To sell and forget.
    And we'll find that peaceful rest,
    That we all hope we'll get.
    A point in fact, if there is one, must be...
    I'm sure it's not living, if it's not living free.