If you must buy worn jeans, buy them from someone who needs money not wants it
Blinded by the big topics
War
Famine
Disease
Economy
Poverty
Do you really think
Do you really think for yourselves
Where have all the little questions gone
Using your own mind to answer
Not what you're media spoon fed
Are things really this bad
Do we actually have to do this
Are we what they say we are
Who are we
Is there actually a problem
Something they don't tell us about
What don't they want us to know
This endless list
This obvious list
This easy answer list
How can you do it
The moaning ones
The groaning ones
How can you say it's hard
Do you not know
Is it ignorance
Is it because you're fooled daily
You buy things
Forgotten in a month
Where's my money gone
Do you need it
Or is greed the seed
Self destruction's instructions
Where's your mind gone
Can you not think for yourself
Does it not seem odd to impulse buy
Ah yes
Being impulsive is cool
I forgot while growing dinner
Silly me
Young old hippie
Bent out of shape by worldwide rape
I see a dick prodding your brains
Pleasure running down gold street drains
I see a world of fools freedom
I see you're convinced
So if you're free
Do what you want tomorrow
Understandably after work
One bright step at a time
Can you
Do you want to watch TV
Have you ever wondered
What's over the horizon you were born with
When did you last take off your shoes in the park
It matters not the season
You can return home and warm up
Buy season's clothes
Season treason
Guard against frostbite & sunburn yes
But you bought a jacket last year
Last time I heard
Adults didn't outgrow their clothes
Only fashion
Do you do it to impress
An old insecurity needing redress
Have asked yourself why
Without the answers you're bred and fed
Without must do
Without must have
Without spend this
Without save for that
Without blind supposed to
Without everyone else does
Without everyone else doesn't
Without the television
Without cinema visions
Without other's decisions
Without predictable divisions
Without political intrusions
Without being told
When was your last original thought...
Have wandered up a country lane
Just to watch the sunset
Have you thrown stick in stream's race
Placing personal bets
Have you stopped your car
To smell a ploughed field
Have you sung nonsense aloud in the forest
Have you skimmed stones and laughed
Have you felt icey mud slip between your toes
Could you describe it
Have you laid naked in the sun lately
Have you eaten a Blackberry you've picked
Where is the last stone you kicked
Have done anything just because
Without thinking money
Without drinking money
Without eating money
Without sleeping money
Without pissing money
Going out without
Money...
I commend you to this endless list
It is yours to ponder
It is yours to answer
It is yours to add to
It is yours believe
It is your to discredit
It is yours to deny
It is your to hate or love
It is yours for free
It is yours just because
I can and so can you...
But the really sad thing is
We have the wonderful web
On which to freely air our grief
We think we're making a difference
Because everyone in the world is online
But if we didn't have this
Where would we protest
Upon the streets
Just where they don't want us
They've crippled us with our own freedom
They've silenced our voices
By ensuring we're all speaking at the same time
While we're all in our houses
Typing out our little difference to the world
We're not out there
You think we have our freedom...
Then why are we all obeying this quiet curfew?
Blinded by the big topics
War
Famine
Disease
Economy
Poverty
Do you really think
Do you really think for yourselves
Where have all the little questions gone
Using your own mind to answer
Not what you're media spoon fed
Are things really this bad
Do we actually have to do this
Are we what they say we are
Who are we
Is there actually a problem
Something they don't tell us about
What don't they want us to know
This endless list
This obvious list
This easy answer list
How can you do it
The moaning ones
The groaning ones
How can you say it's hard
Do you not know
Is it ignorance
Is it because you're fooled daily
You buy things
Forgotten in a month
Where's my money gone
Do you need it
Or is greed the seed
Self destruction's instructions
Where's your mind gone
Can you not think for yourself
Does it not seem odd to impulse buy
Ah yes
Being impulsive is cool
I forgot while growing dinner
Silly me
Young old hippie
Bent out of shape by worldwide rape
I see a dick prodding your brains
Pleasure running down gold street drains
I see a world of fools freedom
I see you're convinced
So if you're free
Do what you want tomorrow
Understandably after work
One bright step at a time
Can you
Do you want to watch TV
Have you ever wondered
What's over the horizon you were born with
When did you last take off your shoes in the park
It matters not the season
You can return home and warm up
Buy season's clothes
Season treason
Guard against frostbite & sunburn yes
But you bought a jacket last year
Last time I heard
Adults didn't outgrow their clothes
Only fashion
Do you do it to impress
An old insecurity needing redress
Have asked yourself why
Without the answers you're bred and fed
Without must do
Without must have
Without spend this
Without save for that
Without blind supposed to
Without everyone else does
Without everyone else doesn't
Without the television
Without cinema visions
Without other's decisions
Without predictable divisions
Without political intrusions
Without being told
When was your last original thought...
Have wandered up a country lane
Just to watch the sunset
Have you thrown stick in stream's race
Placing personal bets
Have you stopped your car
To smell a ploughed field
Have you sung nonsense aloud in the forest
Have you skimmed stones and laughed
Have you felt icey mud slip between your toes
Could you describe it
Have you laid naked in the sun lately
Have you eaten a Blackberry you've picked
Where is the last stone you kicked
Have done anything just because
Without thinking money
Without drinking money
Without eating money
Without sleeping money
Without pissing money
Going out without
Money...
I commend you to this endless list
It is yours to ponder
It is yours to answer
It is yours to add to
It is yours believe
It is your to discredit
It is yours to deny
It is your to hate or love
It is yours for free
It is yours just because
I can and so can you...
But the really sad thing is
We have the wonderful web
On which to freely air our grief
We think we're making a difference
Because everyone in the world is online
But if we didn't have this
Where would we protest
Upon the streets
Just where they don't want us
They've crippled us with our own freedom
They've silenced our voices
By ensuring we're all speaking at the same time
While we're all in our houses
Typing out our little difference to the world
We're not out there
You think we have our freedom...
Then why are we all obeying this quiet curfew?
©David Nickle Read2014
Peace In All
