The lack of experience
Pulls much beyond significance
While all the while it wastes away
To what shall there be left to say?
Everything such a fast blurry
All the people in such a hurry
Through the streets
All the little feet scurry
Living life each day
Everyone happy and true
Everyone sad and blue
This home here
Is jaded and glued
This home there
Is faded and viewed
That home there
Is as happy as jazz
That home down there
Is broken shards of glass
All the social classes
All the political views
All of the religion
And all of the abuse
To what, I ask
Is all the use?
You use me
And I use you
He robs three
She kills two
Rape down the street
Church in the pew
Some looking for love
Others looking for food
Daddy's little girl
With hell's little bruise
When will everyone
Stop being so confused.
