The new year of the life that we never knew.
The realization of our inefficiencies,
So small, so care free, the fear slips constantly.
Then I listen to the truth of music and harmonies persistent clarity,
Yet Hollywood ruins the muse,
They tromp like silly clowns with a frown.
They ruin realization and stamp it into the ground.
Will the people finally see, that protesting is a calamity,
Such naivety proliferating our society?
Oh why must we cry, poor me?
The living truth surrounds us and all we can see is me?
Really?
So in 2012, the world may end.
It may fall for itself,
Or it may just collapse under an asteroids weight.
So apocalyptic we can be.
Is this the end of our ministerial lives?
Our contrived sense of existence,
Is built only on faith of anthers weight of another faith.
Part of me is growing green.
