Conversations With the Mind : Generations

I sat back watching the time tick away on clocks
The throngs of man bringing chatter to deaf ears
While the clouds reshaped the mind, in the inebriation
of the heart
Tip toeing around the thoughts of obligations
Two eyes set on the sun during the eclipse of the soul
Bringing the dead some peace of mind to what they lost
To what they no longer hold yet live in
Living a life of death
I trace the air in a circular fashion, drawing a hole
Looking through to the other side, the darkness of it all
The other side of the world hidden just beneath
Beneath our skin, the flesh of liars
The flesh of cheaters, the flesh of depression
The flesh that ties use together, that gives us temptation
Whirl winding through my conscience at top speed
Snapping back the cap on the falsities of common acts
That we should follow a set path that leads full circle
For the next generation of fuck ups to hold the torch
Hold the torch and drop it under the rug
Hide it from mom to avoid any consequences
Growing up to the destruction of innocence
Taught that love and religion and money rule all
That looks rule over everything else
Success will come to those who try
All bullshit lies told to you by the people you become
Until you one day die old, Breathing the dust of gold
The youth burning in the coals, fueling the uprising fire
A generation of people who don't follow the rules
Who don't get married instantly and have kids
Who discover the world and discover themselves
Until a noose is tied around the neck
In the shape of a striped collar tie
Just never grow up
One day we'll learn to fly