Somewhere over the rainbow,
where the hue and radiation bleach our sanity,
where the psychotic and neurotic fill their fantasy,
and the uncultured youth alas still spewing profanity--
don't you dread the feeling of eternity?

Sandwiched and compressed, a tinge of cold, depressed;
but a corollary of our faltered dreams, broken eggs that hatched
not by the comfort of our soul, but by the depth of the whole
wide world, the hole white whirl, the bold, bide and blur.

we just want to be heard, to be seen, to be felt
but when everyone is competing, aiming below the belt,
we lose our speech, our voice and our solemn prayers
when we're caught in the middle of the spate of ugly affairs

We live in confusion, a pride we relish painstakingly,
a pickle jar of gobbledygook, we then unwittingly
gorge our consciences and fill them so desperately,
to fill empty spaces with substance and silence with soulful melody.

We breed with complexity, intertwined, a creeping vine
we crave for heights and distant lights, a quest to douse this holy brine,
a purported cure for aridity, but no more than a drug inducing inebriation,
so dense, so numb, and caught in the wedge, our goal in mind is just retaliation.