Is This Life

6/27/22 Still an Atheist I'm a hypocrite for saying this But don't ever think it's wise To drink and drive Looking at it with different eyes Looking at it with different minds Looking at it from different sides All across the Mason-Dixon Line To beyond Byzantine It's worldwide, a bunch of little swine's How is this life It isn't right Always getting criticized I don't relate or call it civilized Much of it in disguise Still the lies Meanwhile evil thrives Wake up, or just get in line Why do you think there is 'restricted sites' Artificial lights Shining atop the winter ice Endlessly it's been a bitter fight For more than 99 thousand and 50 nights It took a lot more than 9 hundred and 60 tries Usually aware and prepared, but this time It was a quick surprise In the blink of an eye Eventually it signified No longer mystified Regardless if they killed the vibe Until I die I will survive And improvise A never ending amount of hills to climb Empty and numb, not feeling inside All the pain and problems minimized People complicate what can be simplified Far too dignified Don't got time for those that throw fits and whine Many go against but it's ill advised Call me kryptonite The people remain hypnotized One day it'll all be turned to ash or crystallized Technically since were in space, are we 'in the skies?' A void that I struggle to fill inside Still an Atheist I'm a hypocrite for saying this But don't ever think it's wise To drink and drive Looking at it with different eyes Looking at it with different minds Looking at it from different sides