Static
Have you ever raised above the static in your head
And wondered
Am I really alive or living dead
For fear to tread
Of going to bed
And reciting prayer's
In ever increasing realms of despair
Doth anyone care
That life is not fair
And the cross for whom to bear
Is those at whom we stare
In derision and quiet contrition
While nothing changes
Waiting for angels
We buy our answers
In well marketed shinny parcels
Going out tonight
I know I will see no end in sight
Of modern delight
Where being polite
Is so contrite
But if i do not try
Am I not perpetuating the lie
That the static in my head
Is both alive and dead
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