A Change Is Coming

Here I am again, pen in hand.
Telling lies about the struggles and rough lives,
Cut wrists and hard times,
That I never really dealt with,
During my time growing up.

Just making stories up,
To facilitate my need to relate and  assimilate,
Into the masses that do nothing but sit and let life pass us...
By and wonder why...everything around us is fucked up.

Wondering why our lives have no luck.
When all I have to do is get up...
Off our ass and create the new masses.
That's not all about looks,
But books and classes,
To educate us on how not to assimilate,
But rather differentiate...
Ourselves from all the fakes,
That think they make the world great.

So, it's time for me to awake from this state of mind.
And get back on my grind.
Cause we live now in a world of just take,
and I choose to take the important things for my own sake.