Mindset

The world sets its own view. If you disagree then screw you. We yell nasty words and phrases; Then go back and try to erase it, Before it reaches the intended target. Our mindset is a wreck, Like Miley Cyrus is on set. As we go from town to town, We’re flying with our nose down. Heading straight for the ground. Something has got to change, Or at least be rearranged. Feelings just run the world, Now everything is out of control; And it’s played all over the radio. Rather than taking responsibility, For our errors and mistakes. We look for others to shame, And make them the blame. I call it a modified perception game.