Man in the Mirror

 We won't even make honorable mentions

Hearts grow heavy like thrashing fists

End of time, the end of wits... we losing

But wait...

Is it irrational, to think like animals

Act like savages, to feel our reckoning?

To feed on the everlasting large idea,

That something seperates the two of us

Through roadblocks insurmountable,

In kingdoms that rule over us.

We wake up each day with an added aggression

Cause shit no longer works, and our lessons won't lessen

Cause we sleep on the message, the timing and its essence

I ain't no messiah, but does it take a king to see?

We gladly die and loosely, lose grip on reality

Take a seat and make some tea, theres no going back

The train crashed, the boat sank, the plane bombed from the sky

We fall fast, with no name, yet we ask ourselves why

Caught in lie, victimized, often sensing an angle

Looking over our shoulders, growing increasingly flagrant

So if this is the sink hole, tell me wheres it all draining?

And why are we waiting? For brief explanations?

For meek confrontations? Please do some explaining

Not just mere rearranging, but a broad transformation

Not for me, or to neighbors, but to the man in the mirror

Its high time we begin to see reflections some clearer

Both emotional tides and Serendipitous scriptures

Are constructing the vibe of the widening picture

Things will only get worse, before they get better

And before we can fight we must learn to surrender

To the inner-man, inner-plan, remarkable vision

For the power inside trumps that of politicians

When the chasms grown wide from a lack of decision

We must fall, flow, and rise towards a new situation

We must tee off from lies and revolutionize systems

We must lift up our eyes towards the summits of heaven