Emerging From The Cool Waters

 

Emerging from the cool waters

Morning swim to ease my mind

My soul’s been hacked

I needed an escape to unwind

Society is advancing

But merely on the people’s rights

The media’s a crooked lapdog

We’re doomed if we refuse to unite

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Maybe Those Were The Days

  

Maybe those were the days
I wasn’t so perfect, structured or neat
Rebelling against all humanity
Could’t tell the difference in defeat
A crooked line to follow
A wrinkled brow upon the figurehead
Our dreams fractured when applied
Lost within reality’s pragmatism instead