isolated and waiting by: orange

Segregated and disillusioned, I stand alone in a crowd, secluded, unplugged by an uproar of mental backlash caused from the world Before time was recorded by the victors of wars who chose what the truth is for you. In too deep of a thought, I drowned, till I grass at a truth that pulled me down, deeper, through the layers of ether, and landed me on a lonely sure where only few have stood before, And there, from a lonely tree now all but withered and deceased, I plucked a morsel, that opened my eyes and ears and more, so now, back on the street, I see lies and listen to people talk in their sleep. Forever dreaming a dream of conquest to achieve a higher state of worth to a state that decides they’re worth based on how well they fit into its schemes, and to this I no longer dream. I am awakened, into you who run this carnal dimension, I say that your plans to mire me In your unwashed masses has failed. I am free, and no longer a cog in your machine, and although I am alone, I promise when I find a monkey bone Big enough to wrench up your plans, I will. Then you can sit alone counting all of your bits till it’s time to collect and you find that your cup just won’t fill, and you’re left with a mouth full of sand, that pours and pours til it surrounds you like land, And your body shrivels then from your outstretched hand is born a fruit that bears all you had planned so when another in need of clarity discovers your pittance of an island, they can take your plans from you and open their eyes and years to what your successor is trying to do. Then the cycle repeats till one after another the population of these released stand to war against the lies and deceit. Tied together by our isolation and ready to face a nation bound and determined to keep it that way using words like swords to cut the cords of nooses And borderlines to desegregate and wake up all those lost in the lies, to the truth, that most were tricked in their youth, into believing what their history book says is true without questioning and that it’s a chain reaction that goes back through the annals of religious and government practice. There’s no one left to blame for this sordid and twisted twisted game, started long ago by a name, lost in the first war over a belief that to this world there was nothing more than what one can hold. Searching for a precious gold and in the process of losing the gold worth saving, that being their soul. That is the sad and lonely truth that history will rarely teach, because acquisition and oppression is how they practice what they preach.