in the nature of things...

[ptuckitpatriot]

interference from an angry mob.
hopeless from the start,
a sight you've never seen.
you dream and bleed through pictures on a screen.

manipulating the silent masses,
you force them to scream,
because you stole their daylight,
their torch of future bright you're becoming trite.

painful is your indiscretion,
and selfishnesses boundless.
come into our world again,
come back to understand the situation you are in.

time won't stop if you ask it to,
it'll move and stream,
in spite of your fallacies,
it'll come around again and blanket your inconsistency.