nai's rhetoric

do you find youself awake at night
wondering why this world has so much blight
when doing wrong seems almost right
why has our conscious, all but taken flight

we are in the passing of time
ephemeral beings shrouded in dark

o' fly so free my dear ol' lark

have we lost our human touch?
in this blind pursuit of bauble objects
that seek to compensate our sense of reject
but wherein the answer lies in our heart.

o' fly so free my dear ol' lark

i think that i, might have been born in the wrong era
where idealist dreams still exist on that terra
when doing right seems ala' naturale
and us not locked in our cold and lonely cell

o'fly so free my dear ol' lark, fly, fly.