Frustration

Sometimes I can’t open my eyes, the day is not my friend
Some days it’s so much harder to try, than it is to just pretend
Everything comes around and always fades away in time
and all the secrets that you hide, haunt my broken rhyme

The path I see before my feet is twisting in my head
The sky may look serene and blue, but I can see it turning red
All around me there is nothing more than barren fallow ground
I’d break these chains of fear and run, but I know you’d track me down

Streams of consciousness, self inflicted medication
Scenes of bitterness, in empty meditation.
Only loneliness is true emancipation
Only everything, insanity…or maybe just frustration.

Set your focus on the prize you hope you’ll someday win
See the ending, from the point of no return where you begin
Only dreams will stand apart from where you once were young
All the anger that you keep inside until that day will come

They say the devil runs this place, and hell is what you make it
Blinding us with fear and bullshit, but we ain’t gonna take it
Give us back our nation, stop treating her like a whore
We’ll teach our children better ways, just like we did before.