Revolution

I’m sick inside - From stresses and the pressures
Of this life - Taking extraordinary measures
Against my time - Throwing me off track
Changing my heart and mind - Taking me aback
Until I want to cry - And shatter into pieces
Falling through the sky - Like shooting star baristas
Selling pseudo highs - To unsuspecting patrons
Trying to get by - External expectations
So I think I might - Rebel against the standard
And run through the night - Crazily and haphazard
To expose the lies - Herding us like cattle
Drawn to suicide - In a losing battle
Camouflaging pride - Masquerading anger
Hidden deep inside - Keeping us in danger
Of our fight or flight - Conditioned responses
Shrinking from the light - And memories that haunt us
In the truth we find - As if waking from a dream
We finally realize - Nothing’s what it seems
There is no wrong or right - Way for me to answer
Point toward which to strive - Or way anything’s better
Than this one precise - Ordinary moment
Then the question lies - In whether I will own it
Will I pay the price - To follow the solution
There’s a chance I might - Start a revolution