The sun has turned, from gold to grey,

Utopia is burning, this cold winters day.

Our freedom lay burnt, in ash on the ground,

Dear truth and liberty, no longer profound.

Their lies and deceit, flow free through the air,

It leaves some to wonder, if anyone cares.

It seems like their watching, with around the clock crews,

At work or at play, they see all that we do.

And for this we pay taxes, less the rich, more the poor,

And they tell us our freedom, is worth fighting for.

But we toil for their money, till the end of our days,

With our blood and our sweat, all for minimum wage.

We live and die free here, at least that’s what we’re told,

And while we chase after dreams, our freedom is sold.

For utopia is burning, and there’s nothing we can do,

For we helped build this fire, and now we’re burning too.

I keep the angels on my left,

And the devil to my right,

For everything I hold a place,

To make it all feel right.

Sometimes I walk in nightmares,

Other times in pleasant dreams,

But they both are just reflections,

Of my fragile sanity.

Through my eyes I see such things,

In life both bad and good,

For the rich there’s heaven, for the poor there’s hell,

It never changes though it should.

While reaching out to get a hold,

Of something that seems real ,

But when the cold reality of the truth sets in,

Sometimes life’s hard to feel.

In my resolve I must stand firm,

To not chase spirits foolishly.

To not be afraid to love or dream,

Nor to achieve either of them.

To stand firm in my convictions,

To change those things that I can,

And accept those that I cannot.

To extend my hand from the light,

To help those lost in darkness.

To take the first step in my journey,

No matter how far or where,

My chosen path shall take me..