The Major Idiosyncracies of a Routine Counter Culture Existence

on a day like today my thoughts are of tomorrow and the path that leads the way so now we're lost again but the faeries will agree that the only way free is to blaze your own trail according to the wise men i can follow the stars that carry my dreams ah, but i awake again to see a sophisticated socialist smiling smugly since silent slaves serve him -we are on track and taking orders monotone monotonous automatons single serving self indulged satisfactions, and the yearning to become better pumping blood through our veins picking up our pulse as the opportunity could arise with no idea where we are going holding trunks to tail marching in line around the circus ring to end the performance with no personal pride -the desire to be wild is thriving inside dying to cry out to know i'm alive roaming among the pride as king of the lions and when i sleep in my bed my mind entertaining its lucid fantasies of intrigues with Titania and carrying a pocket full of stars walking down a road that has no footsteps but my own