It’s all fun and games,
Until someone grows up
Then come the anxiety, neurosis,
We crave love.
Escape the pain
Through video games, drugs, and the LA dynasty;
It starts to feel like it’s not enough.
Hype beasts and iconography give rise
To champagne idolatry
Try to stay tough.
Self-will and good books
Overcome our Byzantine ivory
Scared they won’t accept us.
Those authorities, so sure,
Standing upon divers of mighty degrees –
Ego fuels the corrupt.
The devil’s a good effigy to enforce our morality
Muster the force to speak up.
Or bury our greed and deplete our license with lies
It’s fine. It’s all right.
True, most of us just get by,
Craving comfort and love.
Art serves to shine a light on humankind;
It can unite or divide, destroy or inspire
Hacks trade what’s right to serve their own devices
There’s a thin line between connection and good service
When you’ve ignored the voice in your heart
And live in comfort despite those hurting,
Ask yourself, “Was it worth it?”