Bubble

In our perfect bubble worlds, we

Condemn those who’ve been led astray

Who’s to blame, that’s left to us to say.

Fingers always point the other way.

Beneath the façade of frivolous vice,

Live the confused minds of a generation.

Torn apart by the contrary ideals

Of the world and their nation

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In the pinnacle of a success,

There lives the tale of a failure.

In every happy memory we see,

The remnants of a life of misery.

There are two sides to every tale,

Which one we see is a choice we make.

The grass might be greener on the other side,

But the sky has to be bluer here.

For after all there is a tail in every coin

Under the mighty presidential head.

And in this tail lies the truth,

The solution to the problems left unsaid.

If we seek , we shall find

A middle ground of peace and equanimity,

Far from this hatred and misunderstanding.

And this malaise that plagues our world.

A paradise outside the bubbles we’ve blown

To hide our truths and secrets in.

A land of perfection, eternally honest.

Just waiting for us to make our own.

- 2007