We're a long way from where we first started,
But that isn't the end of the test.
We're a long way into the mess we've made;
At a pinnacle of distress.
We're not very happy, we're not very sad.
We're wandering, searching to find;
The love and happiness that we all cherish;
Yet what have we done with our minds?
We search all around, search high and low;
For something to fill the void.
We do anything, we do everything;
We're not humble; We get annoyed.
We're not all fit for the life of good will;
Most of us live in big lies.
Not fighting for life, just fighting for thrill;
We need to cease this demise.
We're not always paying attention to her;
That has bore us and kept us alive.
Yet we poison, destroy, and decimate her;
And call it "progress", but she will die.
We use our strength to gain more power;
But if we all just stopped, we'd be great.
We try to grow strong to withstand the showers;
Yet we don't stop to question the hate.
We're all just trying to take our time.
The illusion is nev