Walking down the back stairway
And down the gray halls
Posters here and there
Their words meaningless
I cannot escape at all
It cannot change, it will not.
And I’m a height above the rest.
It’s lonely so lonely and morbid
Looking down upon the dead.
Intellect falls and the lonely rise
Unable to see each other for distance.
All we see are problems.
And solutions cannot be achieved.
Because we are the few and the lonely
We cannot cause others to see.
We cannot take away their slavery
Without them crying to be free
We cannot teach them greatness
In their unhappiness and greed.
It’s depressing, so depressing
Knowing without power to do.
And we’re rife with our own conscious
With none but us to help through.
The pities and pettiness
Of the common man here
Beneath our thrones of solitude
The ignorant masses within.
They do not question the way it is
Because so it has always been.
