Poetically Not Poetic

Overrated I Guess

Everything's about the money.

Got a dream? What's the salary?

The skies are crowded;

The clouds are endless.

Our dreams stay grounded.

Passion is lifeless.

Not everyone wants the dreams of some.

But dreams aside, life at hand -

I guess it all comes down to the sum.

Food, shelter and clothes -

these used to be the basics.

Money, work and luxury -

without these, man we're history.

Dare to dream, wont miss the tugs on your feet. 

Society.

Dare to scream, and with law you'll be silenced.

Society.

The end is coming, I feel it near.

Soon it'll be over, we'll have no one to fear.

Human race will be wiped,

like the dinosaurs once were.

The slate will be clean -

like we were never even there.

Society will rot, the laws burnt to ashes.

Don't try begging for redemption,

Mother Nature doesn't care.