A land exploding with vagrants.
Meandering for sense and purpose.
In doing what we always do.
Abiding by those set, fickle rules.
Instigated by the redundantly brainless.
It seems like we’re here to lose.
But maybe, one day we can rise;
Rise to the top and search for truth.
For we are people of truly naive youth.
But look, it’s not so hard to see.
Things aren’t going the way they need to be.
Though, the true answers are hidden,
Beneath a winter blanket of selfishness.
Beneath a warm blanket of self-interest.
So, maybe we need to feel the cold for awhile.