Ego-Culture
A river for the dauntless
Cutting through the trees of thought
Beneath the golden bridges
Below the skies that angels sought
No room here for passion
Just ego and despair
That what we need keeps changing
Under the fashions that compare
Ourselves a heavy burden
Easy to blame the simplest man
Than focus our vision inward
To the world that we can’t stand
And cutting through the lessons
Of problems not our own
We find that we can stand tall
Above the needy and the drones
Our river running shallow
The trees all burn and sway
To the rhythm of disaster
As our truth comes out to play
With power that we’ve stolen
We shaped the needs of all
But the dreamscapes that we’ve crafted
Reflects the fear we now recall
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2009
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