The longing for life has transformed to hate,
No more disguise for our already known fate.
The frigid cold that is held in our soul,
Using our failures to dig the hole.

Diverse excuses we are left to ponder,
Far from trust and beauty we wander.
Travelling a path we made for our life,
Running without light and resulting in strife.

Bizarre thoughts attempting to change the past,
Unable to find a solution that will seemingly last.
Disappointment and ruin is the only mentality,
Each individual going through the basic formality.

Everyone has had their time to fly,
Majority not utilizing it before they die.
Nothing is left, but for the bell to chime,
The clock is ticking, we are out of time.

What is the result of the path we took?
If it’s devastation we ought not look.
We oblige to what society asks of us,
Our only way to travel being a crowded bus.

It’s a bus with no purpose except to roam,
People getting off to find their way home.
That home is nowhere for they are left alone,
Silently screaming beneath a tombstone.

That bus is conformity, to which we agree,
Living our lives of fear we no longer plea.
Unwilling to look for an alternate way,
Instead of willing to live the same each day.

We are compliant to darkness and deceit,
No more reason to follow our own feet.
The small joys change into tedious rage,
Everyone now caught in that identical cage.

The steel forged from lies and unrest,
Using that fire of hatred in our chest.
With every person's cage looking the same,
No one in the world chose to make a name.

Individual perspective is all but forgotten,
The fruit in our spirit is completely rotten.
Joy and peace are not given a chance,
Burning anger is noticed at a quick glance.

Everyone remembering the horrible life they had,
Memories revealing it wasn't that bad.
The only answer which we are told to believe,
Was retalitation is the option we must concieve.

A glimpse of the future and thoughts of this hell,
Assemble conceptions of a life if we fell.
Life itself would not exist cause of dread,
Instead of wanting to live, a bullet to the head.

We are slowly being forced on that bus of compliance,
Answers that cannot be found by the use of silence.
Natural instinct makes us blame eachother,
We must look into ourselves instead of one another.

Prevention of this outcome must come from the inside,
The neglect of God is what causes us to run and hide.
If you think He means nothing, ask yourself this instead,
Is this not the direction we have started to head?