i need to find a new direction,
changeing my life into perfection,
ignoring all the ignorant deception,
tuning my brain to get reception,
this time there is no exception,
my muscles fill with tons of tension,
as i lay thinking of my own intermission,
a pause in the daily rituals of restitution,
to satisfy the debt of this institution,
and on i say with this poetic concoction,
change seems to be my only option,
change i say as in adoption?
things are crazy with this adaptation,
but not as crazy as this nation,
decisions are made without ration,
but not thinking seems to be the fashion,
we'll work on it tomorrow-procrastination,
only leads to unsatisfaction,
forcing a nervouse reaction,
to do or say things without constitution,
decision are made to move the obstruction,
screwing up our form and function,
tearing apart unity and conjunction,
but only to walk away with a prize of consolation,
coming up short of reasons to envision,
here we go another mission,
only to end in in-decision,
what ever happened to this country's precision?