Refrain(ing)

I won't do what you want and you call it a crime
I take what I need and keep what's mine
But you propose a system of order
Boxed in by borders, and it works...sorta.
Everyone's so focused on maintaining
They don't realize they're abstaining from their dreams,
Obtaining a disease: refraining with ease.
Because refrains are always the easiest part of a song
But the harmonies take so damn long
We get lazy, go crazy
Pick up guns and shoot babies
Because maybe if we break down the walls by breaking the laws
The system will pause and take note
Of us.
Man cannot live caged by borders,
Built to impose arbitrary order.
If we want to rid ourselves of discordance,
And keep the world from getting more bent,
We need to live together and let harmony be the mortar
Cuz refraining makes us crazy and it only works sorta.

The Light

A fog hangs around my town
The light can't be found.
This haze clings to my days,
Shifting lazily it stays with me,
A silver shroud that plays with me,
A grey cloud that should be loud;
Its presence abounds but makes no sound,
And the light can't be found.
Is it smoke the signal of fire
A blazing pyre, fueled by desire,
Choking the access to freedom and air,
Blanketing the light burning there?
Or is it the withering dew lapping at the wind,
Darkening the skies before the day begins?
The sun ought to be when the moon is not,
White-hot, an electromagnetic molten sphere
Reigning the skies, glistening there.
There, where that wall of solid silver air appeared.
And in that air I am bound
Surrounded by misty shadows
And the light cannot be found.