We The People
Im lost in my own thoughts not trying to find a way out, like when you are caught up in a good dream forgetting all of lifes droughts. Enjoying the pleasures not given, removing all of the doubt. Why have i beem awoken within this turmoil that runs about.
When you are reading a good book you wanna picture yourself in it. Instead you are reading the "good book" then wanna convict those for lightly sinning.
How hypocritical one may say, that tangled web we have woven. For those sins we tend to commit instead of a chance of repentence, it is our freedom being stolen.
When we feel we have subjected too to much there comes that question why, and the whos whens and hows. But why should i comply, to an ultimate reaping of the cloth thats been sewn to only tear. Leaving nothing butt-nakedness for all to stop and stare.
Reminiscent on a time when technology was not so ballistic. Let us also not forget about vanity, instead of real we have become real-istic.
So what we have sacraficed for a compromise, in the end only leaves a world full of demise. Cloaked in an array of free enterprise, where we market what we preach. Mindful of authorities figures in our speech, or have that freedom taken away. Have our freedoms been taken? While being misguided and led astray from the truth or false.