Old World

I've turned on the light my eyes move to focus this world can not be bleak no more the deep sounds tremble helicopters pass by media scattered abrupt as if a hellish creature roars I'll tell you a story about a world, an old world there's not just one world In this place there is no such thing as space it all ascends with grace ...them and I included Our own entire journey here, the past but not all has been forgotten though adapted and changed the downtrodden can be as powerful as them all sadly the instinct paths have been corrupted watching the numbers on our backs sooner or later fall A small group of us are making a stand we've put aside what we've discovered contradictive differences within our skin Our heartbeats as a collective it's our destiny to bring down our hierarchy ...stop the recording... So I thought, "change" hmm one once wished from the rubble between my feet to the love one that sleeps Did I cause this? Was this inevitable, it this what means to "be"? Do I just adapt to change, who are we truly to have a say... I suppose I can take comfort in knowing The good will always prevail.