The Way To Go

Between my lips I slip a pill, Overseeing the land I till, When the path runs blank, I’ll have few folks to thank, I’ve charted my own seas, Rooted my own trees, Birthed my personal utopia, Despite my own myopia, No sense to peek behind, Further on I can unwind, Every idea I have conceived, Venture on until achieved, This storm is one I’ll brave, Until laying lifeless in a grave, I’ll piece together all strings, And hope for golden wings, Dealing with contrite, I’ll bow to the sunlight, Close my palms to say a prayer, Recognize a world of unfair, Moral people living despair, You can watch and not care? How can one soul trade another? Could be a son, sister or mother, Those vile ones full of corruption, I can only hope will face destruction, Live to see the world’s eruption, Of all the wrong, Not a single song, Will be heard, Not a single bird, Will sound its voice, You have a choice, To fight for change, Nothing is out of range, What more can we do then strive? It’s the only way to be alive.