I was singing all the time
never singing from my own mind.
Barely ever words I liked
would come through
besides “Ave Verum”.
Chanting rhythmically
every now and then
a word would find its
way in to my baby aura
echoing the slightest word.
Everyday I went to chorus singing songs
they picked out for us.
Never singing from my heart.
Now is when I'm going to start.
I will not shave to be your queen.
I will not drink your cyber cream.
I will instead live out my own dream.
I will instead be my own queen;
A child.
Are you looking to the future?
Who cleans up this mess?
They’re eating from styrofoam.
Why are they so depressed?
In the bowels of baby boom
where the televisions scream!
Distracting concentration
distorting the human dream.
Another war and everyone stares.
No one complains here.
No one really cares.
Some later mocked and jeered
as they glared.
“Which abominator
will it be the year? ”
A child!
Children killing children over god.
Everyday I went to chorus
singing songs
they picked out for us.
Never singing from my heart.
Now is when I'm going to start.
