Maybe I Am

Maybe, the reason is I wasn’t born into money.
I was never what you would call poor.
But my family was not extravagantly rich.
However, I always had enough
and more than I needed.

I have no understanding of the Status Quo.
I have no understanding of Art.
I have no understanding of Televised Reality.
I have no understanding of life itself.
But I could be a liar.

Maybe I’m the curse of a liberal generation.
My mother believes in doing the right thing.
Which includes all the stigmas held by society.
Yet the war rages on the outskirts of town.
Humans eat humans with greed stained silverware.

Aim for the moon and beat the ruskies.
Aim for the freedom and blow up the world.
Aim for perfection and stick a fork in Utopia.
Aim for the heart and kill the beast.
Action remains the centerpiece of progression.

Maybe they will never give you a chance.
A planet spun in the vastness of space.
A race too nearsighted and stupid,
they miss the forest amongst the tress.
I remain indignant in my ignorance.

Manifest your own destiny, make the path your own.
Manifest your own destiny, take humans hand in hand.
Manifest your own destiny, seed and toil it with love.
Manifest your own destiny, to build a promise land.
Independence spells freedom in any language.

Maybe, We are in the land of the blind,
where the one eyed man ponders his sight
while the blind lead the blind towards the cliff’s decent.
Conspiracies dance in a society of mob rule tunes.
A subversive population is left with no tap shoes.