Fighting for my life

The world is in a strange placeClose your eyes and hope it all disappearsThe chaos is here and not the good kindThey all say that the only language we understand is warFighting once again for the big guy’s lawn

My dreams have changed My rootlessness It’s like it knew it would have been displacedAll these melodies that are played by the people sound strangeYou feel inside every inch of your skinThe havoc that is to be wreaked

There is a part of me that just keeps going back to the lake house And the world still will keep fighting

The universe is a strange place loveNo extra points for those who choose to fight moreJustice is an illusion Written by those who needed to keep the ‘peace’ Whose ‘peace’?

I miss the days that I would spot the patterns Where the dollar signs wouldn’t look as scaryWhere with one of a currency you could afford a lot more water

The world feels like a freak showIt’s the same movie playing over and over againThe same audience likes to fast-forward While for our people it’s all in slow motion

Growing up my biggest fun was to see what people in their 50s unseeBridging the gaps in between their lifelong puzzles Unlearning from their own journey for my own

There’s a part of my soul that is in deep painIt’s like all of that goes on, all the wars, and the voice keeps askingFor whose ‘peace’?

The future me looks back at meEnjoy the uncertainty, she saysThe worse is yet to comeAnd here I am inside of itFighting for my life