To alter one’s state of mind,
Once lived past the rhyme;
To alter one’s state of being,
Once lived past the meaning.
Allegiance to self was once required,
Bogged down in all the bullshit’s mires,
But as I pass along this life,
I reflect upon what caused me strife.
And as I do so, I ask of you,
What would you rather do?
Sit idly by, with hands held high,
Or lift your voices until we die?
I know I’d rather be on time,
Than sit by and play the mime.