Interchangeable novelties
locked up inside of me,
favoring fallacies,
ending a verse.

oceans of anarchy
drowning the man in me,
follow the plan, it could
be a lot worse. 

History tells us
the word that compels us
to be more rebellious, 
will be history. 

Unless we're enraptured
by love, we'll be captured
by throes of disastrous,
bleak, apathy.

As rocks turn to sand,
and boy turns to man,
the one in command
will have to agree

to make sacrifices,
be less divisive,
shed all his vices,
live truly free.