Paranoid Ego

Settled now you're content,

safe in your ignorance

take it for granted.



Willing to accept the emptiness,

you can never know the truth of it

staring you down the barrel.



"Why believe?" you say.

It’s so much easier to stay

unaware and unafraid

of this disarray.



But thoughts float silent,

mixing through the wind

to pollinate and blend

the world's collective mind.



They come and you step aside,

abandoning what is right,

unwilling to identify

the festering sore of lies.



Suddenly,

the questions open wide.

How will we solve this problem?

The easy way out you can’t deny.

Freedom rides the horizon.

You’ll accept the changes

until it’s all crashing down.

You’ll wonder, "Why

is it all crashing down?"



Everyone’s trying to win

like life is a competition;

darkness invited in

welcome with derision.



The cold bites into the skin.

Shiver away the emptiness.

And the ice breaks thin.

Who can be held?



Surrender just to begin.

New life is waiting for you!

The chance to escape your sin.

The light starts shining through.



Or would you rather give in

to this deadly apathy craze?

Begins like a firing pin,

leaves like a dream.



Focus unlimited invited in:

such a violation.

This isn’t what was meant.



Calculation process selection

to cull from the hoi-paloi:

an abjuration of dissent.



Last call!

Last call!

Last call for urban sprawl!



Under-worked and overpaid,

it's the American Dream

American Dream

American Scheme



The cold bites into the skin.

Shiver away the emptiness.

And the ice breaks thin.

Who can be held?



Focus unlimited invited in:

such a violation.

This isn’t what was meant.



Calculation process selection

to cull from the hoi-paloi:

an abjuration of dissent.



Surrender so you can begin.

New life is waiting for you!

The chance to escape your sin,

let the light shine through you.



Or would you rather give in

to this deadly apathy craze?

Begins like a firing pin,

leaves like a dream.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2006 Lyrics to a song (yeah, most of my poems are, or shortly become songs).
Do you feel it in the wind, moving seductively over the plains, or does it lull you further into the dream you live?

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Lexie Peters's picture

I love this.

the flow, the words.
its great.