Soundless stage seems boundless children stumbled blind.. in a vacuum held by Mr. Greed Pretense unkind..
Days turn months to years.. no fears the God of Pretense knows.. buys the soul.. sex or gold.. for toys.. fashion in clothes..
Quiet.. why deny it.. children all years lost from home.. not a feeling.. not a voice.. no knowledge felt.. no tome..
Searching for familiar as memories first love.. control obscene.. hidden screen their own assigned soul’s glove..
Thank you giants of the midget.. thanks for your technique.. thanks for all the robots.. puppets those who cannot speak..
Thank you for the usury.. expectation bound.. silent thief gives no relief.. flees from truth so found..
Company man if you can.. remember every day.. as you rise.. in mock surprise.. make cash to which you pray..
Behind every screen a face.. ages consequence.. places of emotion.. each a dream.. a private fence..
These you use as cattle.. rattle just as they were told.. media they cannot see.. think free when they are sold..
Just remember.. June September.. freedom is a skill.. those you use aware or not.. are those who pay your bills..
Would I but have a way.. say to living clocks along.. freedom in your only time on earth makes baby strong..
Would I but have a way.. say keep your honor tact.. not politics.. not cash.. sickness or rash.. a simple fact..
Protect nature given.. livin’ asks for nothing more.. in the plushest silkiest.. to drug store alley floor..
Would I but have a way.. say from your looking glass.. proud and strong.. commit no wrong.. as your time doth pass..
As storied folklore glory.. platitude.. words of libel.. words of free.. lived or some wisdom heard..
Said before.. to say again.. your memory fails so.. puppets once had chances.. life.. a living breathing glow..