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Soldiers of Circumstance

 
Those who have something to fall back on — always do!  

No one ever tells you depression is self-induced,  
And THAT knowledge is power we cowards will seldom use —  
Mountain of excuses, I doubt it'll ever move,  
We're just counting down the hours like ours will self-improve,  
in this prison of our own design...  
 
Often, while pursuing the pursuit of happiness,  
We forget the truth about the rumors that exist —  
Endlessly repeating disposable dialogue,  
In an emptiness we're breeding while bleeding and dying off...  
It was human to ruin in that abyss —  
It's about winning these insurmountable losses,  
Sinners, we live in doubt, but we sit around with our crosses,  
Offering others something another could live without —  
Money wasn't much, just enough to play it sensible,  
While clinging to our comforts and the stuff we've made acceptable,  
As if it makes us...happy —  
In an age of order and conformity,  
Living in a system where no shortage of authority  
is normally sorting through formally educated slaves —  
It’s not meditation, it's a vegetative state,  
From heavily medicated to some regulated waste,  
And we could have speculated from a demonstrated has-been,  
Save it — change takes dedicated action...  
Not an active passive-aggression —  
That ain’t activism, you pass on asking the question when it’s  
Challenging the status quo’s fear of being judged —  
"That ain’t gonna happen though, conspiracies and such" —  
And I was always leery of our theories up above,  
I guess we could never clearly see what tyranny it was —  
Our delirium... if it's serious enough,  
We just treat the weary with a myriad of drugs,  
Period... I'm serious, unplug —  
You're still stuck in the past, searching for better days,  
How you gonna cut through the chaff, and surface to levitate?  
Working for the purpose of workers working to get a raise,  
You pedal the cycle — how you gonna set it straight?  
Take control of the wheel in your own life,  
‘Cause that loneliness you feel is revealing its own light —  
Most people deal with them peeling our own rights  
off our backs like a captive who knows it and won’t.. fight —  
Yeah, I get it — you'll just go with their service plan...  
with no purpose, a lone soldier of circumstance —  
Whose known worth is a drone circling Kurdistan,  
You've been broke and working off loans, purchasing certain hands —  
That are never being dealt to you...  
 
And no one ever tells you depression is self-induced,  
And THAT knowledge is power we cowards will seldom use —  
Mountain of excuses, I doubt it'll ever move,  
We're just counting down the hours like ours will self-improve,  
in this prison of our own design...  
 
 
Copyright © 2015 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Ant1-Her0-Project
Written by Ant1-Her0-Project (Travis)
Published | Edited 29th Sep 2015
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