Draught

Today I looked outside of myself
To view the inconsistencies, inward and beyond
The everyday drama that denies any sort of truth, and
The envy of an arranged society
Freedoms taken for granted and simple rules
Blatantly ignored, but yet, the day moves on.

Everywhere I turn, I hear a slight bit of havoc
I see a great amount of self indulgence and discontent to those who having nothing and yet,
The night still comes.

People in the streets chanting for away for
Everyone to get along, fighting for people
Who are being oppressed but, with no intentions of compromise.
People with money and Power are the only voices ever heard, usually behind closed doors.
There is a little more attention on inhibitual habits because that is the real problem.
The root of all evil is in your pockets, the things that make the world go round, unfortunately
Is the substance that can seize your existence but yet, tomorrow is another day

Today I looked outside of myself
To view the inconsistencies, inward and beyond
The everyday dramas that deny any sort of truth
Then I realized I was looking at a mirror with the T.V. on behind me…