The quiet hum of havoc
in the atmosphere overcomes
the echoes of empty impressions.
Victims everywhere,
of unpopular opinion,
depart and decide who to be.
Oh, I wonder why
it's essential to evolve
in an advancing world,
where change isn't welcome.
Adaptation in our nation
is the acceptance of failure,
and the freedom to succeed.
Happiness, prosperity, and sobriety
have not been guaranteed.
Keeping yourself content
is the curse of considerable accountability.
And how contentment has been achieved
is concerning in each way believed.
Who will you be,
the man sitting in the corner of society,
or the miserable mess of over medicated opiates?
