all the time i fear
for the world we live in today,
where black and white exist
but nowhere is a gray.

popping pills for the blues
when life just seems too hard,
surgery gives us beauty
and also leaves us scarred.

what of the times before,
when a remedy was a friend?
instead of material waste,
on which we spend, spend...

to be a part of my generation
is beginning to feel like a shame,
and i keep on wondering
what force there is to blame.

perhaps that of creation,
or of our own temptation.
some believe in salvation
through a book called Revelation.

but me?
i'd rather not.
for a simple reason:
i know what i've got.