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