Tortured

People need something to believe- Something to bleed- Thoughts only thick as flesh- Visions of the future must mesh- With all want and will- The pursuit of personal thrill- Eliminate possibilities of grief- Since this thing called time’s a thief- I must try to be brief- Within myself I feel the drive- Externally I have lives to revive- And where I rest my head in the end- Is hopefully in the heart of each friend- I’ll meet- From every street- I’ll pass- On the road to destiny- See the stars above feeling no terror- Learned from a history of error- I’ll serve up my creative juice- There is no excuse- Not to consume- Around the room- Social minds can join- Ideas like flipping coins- It sure is a rush- But hush- Forbidden is assembling in peace- No inspirations exchanged apiece- Could be positive- Though potentially causative- Goodwill for the earth- Should be measure for each worth- Maybe then all will move forward- Rather than rely on being tortured.