From Bondage To Bondage Part B
But then my friends in sixties I suppose
From Abundance to Complacency we rode
Secured in all we ever thought possible
With riches that we all wanted to behold
New houses built in every locale
And triple garages and adding on
Along with gadgets left and right
With each room having a phone
Losing a president, mourning the loss
He left this world way too soon
And just as we were gathering steam
We somehow just busted our balloon
Our pleasures shot, our goals unattained
We drifted into our own Woodstock
Acid trips and absentee slips
And all those mental blocks
We traveled from our daily ways
Although we tried our best
From Complacency to Apathy
We lost our muscled chests
But still we walked the same old walk
And did the same old grind
We laughed a lot and cried a lot
And left the past behind
Blinded or not caring now
We travel a different path
From Apathy to Dependency
Go ahead and figure the math
Obamacare and the hands of time
Are ticking faster these days
We’re visiting where we first began
And are closer to those same old ways
But still we have a chance to change
But change will never come
We’ve opened another can of worms
That explodes like an Atomic Bomb
Yes, soon we’ll visit those older days
Our ancestors went through in time
With Dependence back to Bondage
Where we’ll let the blind lead the blind
We forgot about what got us here
We blindly let others prevail
And like a ship torn by the sea
We now go down to …well maybe not
Copyright © Will Karry | Year Posted 2014
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