Poetry

Real Communication

written by: OurSacredHonor

Drama and trauma
All these problems with karma
Lying depressed in our beds
Tormented thoughts in our heads
Anger for no reason
Everything out of season
Things just don't fit right
In this puzzle we call life
Restless sleep or sleepless nights
Dreaming in daylight with eyes open tight

Begotten to be forgotten
Fruitful labor now is rotten
Society teaches conformity
Lacking individuality
We fear each other
While media smothers
Bred by the television
Too stubborn to have our own vision
Can't reach out for help
Won't get it from anyone else
Some strive to mix and to blend
While others try to categorize and label to no end
Why can't anything just be what it is?
Must you squeeze it into categories?
Everyone feels the same things in different ways
Thinks the same things on different days
It's hard to be right and be different too
Because no matter how much I try I get closer to being you

We are one
We are one
The forgotten generation
We are lost
Pay the cost
For living in a free nation
Give our lives
People die
Constant depravation
We always walk
Cuz we can't talk
There's no real communication

Wireless age and the internet
We talk about nothing and quickly forget
What it used to be like "back in the day"
When technology didn't get in the way
Emotions traveled well
And when someone fell
There was someone there to pick them up
Now all that matters in love is the prenup
It's disgusting and pathetic
And we all will regret it
If we keep living our lives
With empty, blind eyes
White as the paper that tells us what we are
Black as the night that reveals the stars
Imagine if we forgot it all just for a minute
Put it on the shelf and realized we're living in it
In an age of hypocrisy and social disorder
Foreign affairs and disputes within our borders
Out world is scaled down and represented in tiny pieces
But every part represented, a patchwork quilt with creases
Corruption, disruption, mistrust and lust
It's do or die now, play for real or bust
Better know your real friends and know whom to trust
Cuz this situation is volatile and it's going to combust

We are one
We are one
The forgotten generation
We are lost
Pay the cost
For living in a free nation
Give our lives
People die
Constant depravation
We always walk
Cuz we can't talk
There's no real communication

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