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Human Condition
By Armin Forouzan
(a.k.a. Product)
Human condition Carbon copies starving because I’m not being fed enough bullshit. Individualism functions in a collective effort. Because our personal goals mesh like dozens of colours mixed into one, one blotch, one hybrid, one condensed form of personas amusing the system like it’s the human condition, fuck it, the human disorder, disease, until the truth comes out… He asks me, “How dare you ever try to voice yourself” I might be ruthless but I don't incite these views I hate aggression but these lines are fueled by the nightly news I feel like the worlds a jury, and I’m the convict for them to find accused Angry because I, the product, might be fooled And when my time is up, in due time, I'll write these dues To every court system you’d indict me through Every time I've been pushed away, every unsightly bruise Burned, beaten I, when asked to give up, refused And when I would mutter words, though I knew I'd lose more I stood immersed in my truth, because it was truth that I stood for Proof that I'd saunter aimless, in my mind a constant patience Revealed itself as a plan, connect the dots like constellations I wander from place to place and I'm shocked by my observations I pause and ponder the faces I’ve come across in my journeys A swirling blotch of namelessness, taunting me its discerning Still, a glowing sign says I’m learning like boxes of crosses burning Across my consciousness yearning for God's apocalypse, worried That life is not just bliss, I've been ignorantly taught this during The course of my life, concerned with how blotched and blurry The world is, I feel times passing so I stop then hurry And then I stop then hurry. So I stop then hurry. And then I stop, admitting truthfully I’m scared I’m scared of the fact that the world will plunge into monotonous and mind numbing periods of self-emphasis and I worry that we won’t care for thousands who don’t have homes to sleep in and don’t have food to fuckin’ eat I’m scared that in being incompetent, I will forget about beauty and let regret consume me I’m constantly assuring myself that I’m surrounded by beautiful people, wonderful INDIVIDUALS WHO PROVIDE THE WORLD WITH REASONS FOR ITS EXISTENCE. And for that reason… These views encompass thought, my thoughts empower simple dreams Apocalypse or not, we live in towers built of strings And we the seams become the fiber to the fabric of our beliefs But I believe – background noise, silence ushers in all the sound I believe in us as long as life gives us our common grounds. |
