This Isn’t John Lennon’s Dream

Can you prepare me for what’s coming?
Tell me how it’s gonna be?
‘Cause I’m not sure I can handle it  
This societal monstrosity  
 
That creeps and winds its way around  
The narrow minded and naïve  
And there isn’t a person alive today
That has never been deceived
 
When it’s bound to books so old
The paper’s now decaying  
With ideas so antiquated
They belong in the bindings, fraying  
 
And did you know that someone died?
For being who and what they are  
And did you know the words they use?  
Will forever leave us scarred
 
And it’ll always be ironic  
That I don’t have an answer
To the questions that creep inside
And ravage me like a cancer  
 
‘Cause I’m not the one that’s asking  
For a reason of how and why  
I’m not the one berating me  
And forcing me to lie  
 
I’ll never be in someone’s face  
To call them an abomination  
I’ll never hit you with my beliefs  
About how we’re meant to be created  
 
‘Cause humanity is not made equal  
When the powerful close their minds
And I wonder about the fight I fight  
Wonder if maybe I’m wasting my time
 
And my battle, it’s not won today  
Today, it still pulls me under  
And if gave in and died
Would anybody wonder?  
 
About why I took that option  
When I’m surrounded by such love  
About why I never let them in  
Was their love just not enough?
 
There is no reply to offer  
That would eternally satisfy  
There is no response I can give  
That wouldn’t sadden and defy
 
I don’t want to be a rebel  
And I don’t want to fit the mould
I want the song John Lennon sang  
Before someone left his body cold
 
So prepare me for what’s coming
Tell me how it’s gonna be
‘Cause I’m not sure I can handle it  
This societal monstrosity  
 
© Indie Adams 2012