Living in the sweet anarchy of disorder
Chaos, the colors painted within spirit.
Malevolence, the winds of deceit.
Must we live with questions unanswered?
Must we die with regret
Chewing at our soul?
Shadows of curiosity
Plague the mind of the child
Who never knows better.
Clouds of stubborn knowledge
Forever haunt the minds of the elders
Who never admit they're wrong.
Impurity finds it's way to the eyes
Of adolescent minds
Who never want to listen.
This life we live;
This way we think of ourselves.
We will never know any better
Than those who remain unheard.