Way of Life

Life, as if fear itself bestowed Fantasy of a act in human life Betrayed drama of what is to be Or wickedness of a species breath inhale Mind illusion to a dream's reality They push thought, molding image or control Way of life, a promise to happiness A struggle life, none equal unless classed Hopes to live life fruitfulness Laughter, the key to kindness joy We watch, what is portrayed the purpose But do we thrive under its anger That we turn not to right or wrong But the hunger of our own ambitious emotions Is it so much that we fear death That realistically we know no time In life itself a dying soul each day Mortality taught and trampled beneath constitution Existence of your journey sane or in vain We live in a lie covering truth Actions of many pardon crime of nature Way of life, we're killers walking the streets Where theirs is worth more than the innocent We trade a way of life for what's to be For destructive society digging their own grave My dust, scattered in breath of the breeze Way of life, is it what you hoped to be