What are we really fighting for?
Sometimes the answer gets obscured.
Do we want to save the world or destroy it?
We support political parties for symbolism, but not substance.
Always relinquishing our problems vocally with no action.
An endless cycle that keeps on replaying, into more dissatisfaction.
Damn, I sure am confused.
I feel like we the people are the muse.
The muse of our own grand illusions.