dismissive phase, makes me sad for days.
conditional opinions, claiming they're not minions.
a hateful glare, with my troubled brow I stare.
sleep liars, making themselves feel higher.
heart beaters, everyone follows without any leaders.
self-proclaimed winners, making fun of me, always the loser.
institutionalized lovers, giving nothing, yet always takers.
devolutionalized logic, a bit o' truth makes them lethargic.
vainly insane, untold futures they gladly distain.
unknowingly shallow, if one leads the rest will follow.
chained to them, yet I’m regretfully human.
spoonful of sugar, defiance becomes indefinitely harder.
reaching my end, something's awakened.
i'm one man, known both as bob and Jordan.
the latter dies, while the new occupies.
an unsung soldier, once a tugger, yet now the pusher.
self-destructive loser, a once promising future, no longer a chooser.
 
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