We waited and waited for this day to come; for our future to change but that hasn't been done. We still sit in our homes, hiding from truth. While outside our walls, gone is our youth. The world is a scary, dangerous place, we force our open minds to remember its grace. We have a voice; we must learn how to use it. The future is ours; we get to choose it.
I'm sitting here with no socks on. It's mundane. I'm watching my father who is listening to Ozzy Osbourne because it's that kind of day. I disagree. With music, there is organization, there is rhythm . With today, there is no organization, no rhythm, only chaos. I wish that I could say I knew what was going to happen, but I don't. I hate it. I can't reasure myself, because there is no way to know what's going to happen. Nobody knows what is going to happen. We all just have to wait. Wait, and swear, and wait, and swear. I can only wait.
