Our Choice

I wanna know why the world is shadowed in doubt

Why the world claims knowledge but still ignorance it shouts

Why people give up

Why people show up

 Like fakes and make less than satisfied lives because it works

Life isn't supposed to just work

It was supposed to run

To hit the stars and rise with the morning sun 

To shock and appall

 To unite and and stand tall

But like the Beatles I see all "the lonely people, where do they come from?"

They come from among the the songs not sung

The dreams not given time to ignite

The values that they did not fight for

And then the same people tell people like me to sit down and shut up

To get with life and grow up

That a beautiful life is a fictional story

And then they step up and rise on their mediocre glory

But I don't care anymore.

 I know life has a lot more in store

And now I am going make a demand 

That instead staying down and watching things hit the fan

I'll stand up and be a man

Not necessarily because I will be great

But that someone great will see

And see that I was me, and decide to be

And not be late and begin the road they were meant to persevere 

So they can see my mistakes and figure the same will happen but not have any fear 

That one more tear is the motivation to go on one more year

I believe in these things and when I look I see hope

But according to some people, these dreams belong in a fictional book. 

But they don't matter

I rather lose trying to be something

Than not play and subside to being nothing