Littering the Wasteland

When it’s all for being something There’s nowhere left to realise That everything is done against us And everyone still has to hide In their shallow reconnections In their eyes that are aglow There’s a place that goes unmentioned In this world we are alone Consciously we can’t remember There’s a price that comes with fear And even though we think we know this The price we pay will soon be clear Burn the answers that condemn you Follow darkness through the night The truest interests are our issues But real acceptance holds the light Instead we fashion every statue Instead we envy everything And so we circle through this wasteland Where it’s almost criminal to think