I find the humor in all of it, from most meaningful to the least possible scenerio and it all seems like just chatter in my ears, because when I hear what people have to say, it just all basically sounds like a jumble.
Originality is one thing that humanity can not exist without, but what chooses who will be the leader or the follower is basically a riddle in itself.
To become something you are not, stretching to reach the unattainable, is an effort in futility, but often times being wrapped up in the drama of it all is enough to get them by for the moment at hand. Together with all the bullshit pilled high to the heavens and the unaccountable words they utter to eachother, it's all just a ruse for the manipulation under all the blackness.
So don't think for one instant, that I don't know where you are comming from, because we all have hidden agendas even if our wings are of puritan white and our pupils are dialated with extreme misguidance and an over abundance of conspiricy. I know your kind, because I have worn your adornments on my head, and the treachery of it all is that you will never see beyond your enamourment with the here and now.
I'm calling you out, all of you, because if I can hold myself accountable, I sure as hell hope that you will see me hold you accountable. I will not be fake, and I will not ride your ride Mr. Coachman. Your horses are tired and I have become very restless in the seat beside you. I am done being your tramp, I am not bought like common whores and your theivery is something that intrigues my destitute heart.
Now come to me, and show me that there is something else, other than the mask that you've grown accustomed to wearing. Show me that there is hope in your common sense and the mentality that is supposed to come along with age. I don't think you have it...but I dare you....show me.
