our senses

[KHProdigy1]

for what its worth men have told tales of their endeavors
upon us they beckon the visibility of just how shattering
how undone their past remained almost as if to gain sympathy
I the youth of today can't identify and relate to the past

I didn't exist, I wasn't participant, how can I be expected to follow?
Nod ones head in agreement, entertain as if we understand
everyone "understands" for a while anyway
for a while we're unified in adhering to the elder's uniform words

until we grow and come to think independently
the caged birds we were by an oppressive and forced to obey
didn't we promise we would "take care of them"
or was that just another way to goad us into a path we unconsciously desired

Now I'm just talking, but I've always been talking
Aimlessly because all I feel is that the brainwashing wore off
It all seems so late in the game, the reality is harder than anything else
maybe because I recently lost the ability to make excuses

Nothing is more sane than admitting failure and accepting success
succeeding to surpass unconscious expectations, is how one thrives
if one were me, thats how I'd do it
if one were me

[theirlosthearts]

Seems rather stilted, but still, it has interesting subject matter. It may just be me, but I find statements about questioning/breaking away from the establishment to be interesting.