Gloomy
Spiritualism
Looked down on,
Minimalism
Frowned upon

Not appreciated,
Originality,
Hibernated
In clear vanity

In dusk of thought,
Controlled
Impervious
Mind,

Set in cement
With restrains of
Society,
With no variety

Superstition
Based on tradition,
And authority
In the television set,
More and more
In intellectual debt

Our first priority
Is self-actualization,
It's more intense
Than any transformation

Borders are placed
In our children's heads
No innocent pretense
None left for pity

Stained black eyes
Hospitalized,
New victim
In a mental haze,
All the thoughts
We ever thought of
Light up in a blaze

It's a cycle
Lives in shadows
Some in tints
And some in colors

Repetition,
With exceptions
Of new rules
And new mentality

Shaded in
Twisted in knots
Our perceptions
Of reality...