If everyone could see you
If everyone could read you
If everyone could be you would they be you or delete you
Are you a slave to fashion
Or do you have any passion
Is there a thought that by yourself that you can fathom
Is your behavior
Just another caper
Is your soul made of fire or green paper
Are we all destined
To die lonely sinners
Cause we confuse who's the loser and who's the winner
I look around me and feel something missing
Not that I can see, but strongly can feel…
I want to fix it, but strangely, it can’t heal.
My friend had changed, and that angered me…
She said she wanted to be perfect, and then dodged me
It hurts my feelings, but I won’t follow
‘Cause sorry, no one can be perfect...
People try to copy others, instead of learning from one another
You start acting like a fool
Thinking it will make you look cool
Believing no one will mess with you
Wanting everyone to love you…
But life is not a plan, its art.
You don’t know what may happen, but you have expectations
And instead you end up with some reflections
It happens to everyone...not just you.
No one is perfect, but everyone is special
Special, because they are different
Different than everybody else
Because they are being themselves…
I am 100% original
A free thinking individual
That nobody can belittle…
Because we are all the same…
So just simply be yourself.
FREE THINKING
I learned something awhile ago
called mind manipulation
As long as you're among the clones
you are part of the stagnation
Anything they say "fair game"
they set the rules of life
Nothing that you say or do
is considered causing strife
They work your mind both day and night
and everything's called true
They cannot let you think alone
for then "you", become "you"
Free thinking, now you're on your own
the truth comes seeping out
And there are no more rehearsed lines
like millions, you have clout
It's actually very good to know
the way things really work
Not afraid to speak your mind
and know it's not a quirk
You don't put thoughts in peoples heads
just let them see what's free
And then they know the path they choose
is theirs, eternally.....
Pete M. Yuhas
What if the world we harbored in didn't exist?
Can there be any such thing as an evil pacifist?
Or religious terrorist?
The good intention behind Schindler's list?
Are we really free?
Does the blind one really see?
Ruled by the one-eyed king?
The lullabies of Death will forever sing
To those distracted by all the "bling"
The Halls of Mirrors never cease to ring
Infected minds, poisoned by the sting
Caused by the pain of the snake bite
Of the Unholy Rite
Humans are rendered docile & trite
Think about that before you bite
The burger that clogs your arteries
With the grim origins of slaughter houses
That resemble psychopathic armories
& then trace it back farther, to the dairies
The dreams of the masses will never truly manifest
Unless, we stand united against the unruly ways of Corporatocracy
A day off.
Totally free
Late Summer clear skies
mind seeking someone to spend it with
Or not
Take a ride down cape
Favorite coffee in sip cap cup
Janis or Marshal Tucker?
Tull or Who?
Backroad dawdling
Scenic route to Nowhere
Maybe even write another song
Or ride the Vineyard ferry
Back and forth
Or mow the greens
and finally play some golf
Salt in the air
Wind in my hair
What do I care
About most?
I think I'll go buy
A crown roast
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