Maybe.

Maybe we all live young and we all die old. But life's too cold for warmth of lyrics that unfold dead souls. Heads roll as we find the space in between. For wisdom, unity, the unseen.
Life's lean American Dream! HA.
Land of coals, mines...bland goals for horrid times. Wind chimes ring sicker as polluted air grows thicker.
Not to make your typical, political, rants spit cyclical. Rather common sense so we're not digging our own graves.
God saves.
Allah saves.
Buddha saves...
While all the braves pray to things higher made. Realization that they're all the same.
We're all the same in this game. Whether fame, or lame...to tame to talk pains. I leave verbal stains, you might have herbal aims. But we all got the same blood flowin' veins.
Tummy tucks and cheap fucks while inflated breasts get the "best of luck!" See to heal up fast for the rest of men. Or maybe the quest of themselves. Self esteem fulfills substitution with prostitution or pills.
But others can't say they're any better.
I drown myself in 80 proof to make a dry tongue wetter.
We can't focus on the fuckin' weather! There's other issues at hand.
But, excuse me; an issue ain't an issue without news and a camera man.
Intertextual media dubbed "violent and sexual" like a taboo ritual...our written walls.
The screen's our modern hieroglyphics. One gotten to specifics, fall category for stiff licks. Mandatory for cruel and unusual punishment.
It seems cruel or unusual to disregard murderers as "women or men," while in return we think we have the right to murder them.
But this is all aside when we look into eyes. Remember human nature can be such a surprise and such a prize. We realize the things we've taken for granted. After we've puffed and panted we can toss out the shit we've all ranted. And get lost.
Hallelujah! That economy, that election, that bird flu threw ya'. Back now we're back on track with the cure for this infection. A dissection reveals the light behind the resurrection and shows our eyes what's really important.
Act as the informant...the other is a receiver.
Act as a preacher...the other is a believer.
To each miss or match comes a warm pact that meaning through differences keeps this world intact.
The light some lack is as bright in their neighbor. So, do love a favor and balance out the flavor.
Every action's a blueprint for concrete construction...a reaction's a function for spewed-spit destruction. And return of that. We got the chance to build something.
Mathematical movement and mechanical peruse-ment, and feets to the beats of nature's sound and improvement.
Be a nail in the building.
Be a note in the song.

-Broken Window.