Those that walk may stop and talk,

But I just pass and keep my eyes on the grass,

Looking down on myself as I look up at the shelf

I wish and hope but I know I'll never reach the top of this slope,

The faults others see are amplified in me,

But I see what I see because I wish so much to be free,

From this pain which stains,

I can't restrain it so the monster stands alone as it rains,

You think I love the dope?

I can't stand that it enhances my hope,

That which is self society executes like a whelp,

Keeping us fixated on her and him like we need her's and his love like some need mass to make it through this shit,

I balk as I find that it has become normal to keep tabs on others like we stalk,

Without a cause in mind I look for that which is impossible to find,

Happiness is a dream which no longer exists,

I smoke til I'm gone to try to forget and fade into the mists,

Watch as they stop and stare, while a man performs,

a distraction from that of which they are unaware,

Atrocities committed, the people asleep,

their eyes are open but they don't see that from which they reap,

People are property, beasts, objects, and tools,

while corporations are people, having feasts,

their mentality infects, even expanding to what we teach in schools,

I never thought it would go this far,

but the fact is that we have the power to destroy our own star,

I don't mean the sun, like I mean the son,

so run Forest run,

run from the object which kills more than any gun,

People seem to think that I'm different or weird,

this tends to make them tense or scared,

But I believe in a different mentality,

one based on reality, this brings forth a quality,

allowing me to view the surrealist,

We live in a false world, made of false hope,

false words, and false things which force me to mope,

But this moping isn't moping,

it's a hole that I've found,

but now that I've found it I keep finding,

that no matter how long I keep climbing, I can't get out,

I can't leave it behind,

I can't shout,

and it's dark in here,

I'm shivering, cold,

and very near,

to the bottom of that which I can't get around,

I can't shake,

and I can't possibly

fake.