Isles of Scion

Mind racing
towards the end
Pulsing pounding
The sirens are sounding
Warning Warning
Can’t take much more
Captain
Please halt
stop
we’re floored
the meters red
dreams have fled
I’m dreamless
tired but self inspired
universe upon a pin
standing strongly
from within
still
I wish I want
to dream again

It all seems so insistent
so consistently persistent
these bothers
these unstoppable juggernauts

Rolling on towards insanities doors
bursting into an insatiable world
of pestilence and profits
prophets of propaganda

Our sky reaches ever closer
to the land beneath our feet
and it’s hard for me to see
the light

The industries pull the plug
on societies dignities
labels, lies, liabilities
these things all
bombard me

It all seems so chaotic
how logic lies dormant
beneath idiocy
reality TV
it’s all film noire humor

Reds and Blacks
flood over the Greens and Blues
as money conquers morals
and man becomes beast

We accept inadequacy
automated responses
robots and rebates
willingness to be robbed
as long as you see
another Gray’s Anatomy

It’s tragic to be
part of this reality
where being a fool
is an expectation
a fuel to fund
a tyrants run

In a sense
our innocence
was lost long ago
when dreams became dreams
and pain became normalcy

It all seems unseemly
waking into a world more unbelievable
than dreams of talking ice cream
dancing dinosaurs and flaming unicorns

We open our mouth and speak of humanity
but every single one is nothing but a digit
an integer floating in obscurity
with nothing to be done about it

We act as if we care about each other
but as another bleeds upon the ground
our eyes gaze ever further
till their cries cease to sound

Everyone seems to lie
about the things they stand by
making dreams curl and die
as chances fly ever on by

But don’t fret about your failure
don’t worry about your guff
even with intentions pure
They’ll still tell you "Tough"