• I use to think the world worked in mysterious, yet wonderful ways.
    Now I realize, my mind for 18 years, must have been hazed.
    because this is not a place of hopes and dreams-
    but of steal hard reality and cream-colored pigs pigs who only seem-
    to be more.

    I know its hard,
    even I can't accept its entirety.
    But I see it gleaming on my floor, this shard-
    and when I went to pick it up, it pricked me with its truth. Told me society-
    is nothing but the pigs quirk.

    I wish now that I didn't know, in a way, that I can only describe as woe.
    I seek knowledge and truth and power and sight-
    but what can I do? I know, but I bleed.
    And no worldly ban-aid seems to exist, amiss the cold and grey.

    The shard is still in my hand.
    Do I finish its job, or use it to fight.
    Enlighten and de-plight
    the illiterate and naive folk by giving them insight?

    And when we all reach cloud 9-what then, what then?
    It will be the end.
    A book well read, and song well sung.
    But now we lay it down.
    The dark and shadowy road.

    For what must go up, will only come back down.