Soon I will stand up.

Crippled lonely mind. Questioning the times.
Why is everyone quickly blindly walking to nowhere.
A mass movement of thoughtlessness.

They do not know where they go.
Forward towards predictability.
How do you feel safe there?

When did it get so complicated.
Walking backwards with my shoes nailed to the floor.
Time? So absolutely terrifying.

The one successful man in the crowd, pulling those strings and making the world dance.
Dig it up, fill it in, cover it over, dress it up, and sell it again.
Oh, and I am the cynic.
Meant to feel guilty for exercising my right to wonder if you have my best interest at heart.

I don't trust you.
You know it.
You will bury me in my own naivety.

I might know nothing, or maybe just enough to want to learn more.
Shame my curiosity but it's bubbling.
I am not alone, although you would love for me to think that.

I can not forgive, I will not forget.
And soon I will stand up.
You will have no choice but to hear me.

If you cover your ears,
You will have no choice but to see me.
And when you close your eyes,
you will feel me, us,

and our love for this place.