Obsessions

This tiny object of our adoring affection Screams of worldly wants drowning out the hearts pleas Blinding us in this all for me world The possibilities expand with our vast self-contained imagination Quickly drawing close ensnaring us with death Like a fever of rage driving onward We become the martyrs of a materialistic dream The free truth thrown away for brightly wrapped lies of people made of plastic Whishing are dreary lives full of fantasy Idolizing the reconstructed imagery of a dieing mans ego Basing are aspirations upon Hollywood's ideals Consuming every home filling every soul School becomes the home of whores Where Barbie rules the playground Books become the tower ensnaring the fair maiden The irony of what has come to be With all the things we say Demanding liberation calling out for respect To lock our selves up in boxes of pastel colored paint