by MeanderingBeing on 26 Jun 2010 06:04
There isn't any wisdom in this world,
Other than what you choose to call wise.
There are no options in this world,
only choices and consequence.
You make your own destiny,
no one else does.
For in this mean old world,
there is no better choice than freedom.
"Steppin' out on the streets again,
Been tortured and sweatin',
The air is alive,
With winged beasts and carrion,
I'm a monster in my own time." - Lo Fidelity Allstars
So I'm steppin' out on the streets again,
Wondering which lessons learned have been the hardest,
Maybe lessons about family,
And the insidious nature they possess,
Or maybe about this mad culture,
Of anger and complacency,
Wandering the earth,
As the wolf of the steppes I am,
I look to the moon and howl,
There are no friend's in this world,
There is no family in this world,
Only those who love you for being you,
And bitter enemies who'll snuff your soul into oblivion.
No, there is no peace here.
There'll never be peace here.
Peace only exists in introversion and love,
And neither can be found here.
Goodbye fellow strangers,
I meander again,
And there's no path for me to follow,
So I'll see ya at the crossroads,
Wherever that may be.
LOOK! It says gullible on the ceiling!!!