My 7 months in 70 seconds.

We are all dead, We are a nation that no longer strives to achieve To live, to love the world which we are given. We are ignorant to our own ignorance, a stranger to our own imagination, The world owes itself to us, To make us rich To provide us with a rich lifestyle. The world is rich, in the air that the we breathe The ground which we walk and the eye of the needle in which we are barely able to see through But we are not rich For the latest game is not ours The named clothes in the stores & the celebrity not our friend We are not rich for we turn right when we get on a plane, Have one holiday a year And don't own a sports car. We breathe not to live Merely exist in a world so afraid of change, it's changes are killing us 7 continents, 196 countries, 1 planet Yet many see the same street for their whole entire lives We do not live in one world, You could live in a new world every single day If only you opened your mind and moved For gods sake get a bike, A car. Some skates but get of your arse And go get some mates Stop killing your brain, your lungs with your smoke You think it is cool to be pumped full of dope, 'Legalise it, so it can be taxed' Stop talking this crap, We live in a place that drugs are so big an issue, The solution is to allow, Theae people to melt and then they are who.

No one. A culture of celebrities that has us all hooked, A reality tv show, fitness DVD and then comes the book.
You have eyes not to see the beauty around you, But a screen. A screens exaggerating the same mondane lifestyle that everybody leads. Jewellery you do not like, But the name gets you 8 likes Fuck currency

We pay in popularity That necklace for 3 retweets, 9 likes and 12 favourites Desolate. stars are binoculars, If you shine like them on land You will join them If you are dead in your life
You have no hope in your death. The desert, the alps, the beach The mountains, the jungle, the sea, The hub of city life The starry summer night The bat that hangs from the tree, Waiting upside For him the wrong way round is the right way 60,000 thoughts a day in your brain

59,000 the same as yesterday
 The same as tomorrow,
 And the next, hey.
 About what is for tea
 Or on the TV
 Or how will I pay for that CD
 Irrelevant. 

 The car that chugs oil into the air, 
That you inhale into your soul 
The plane that flies around to empty it's petrol, 
If it poured it on the ground would we disagree 
Yet why is it okay, just because we can't see

 Apple, Orange, Blackberry, 
You didn't think of the fruit not you or me, 
we don't work our minds, 
We don't work our hearts. 
the technical world and I never apart. 

The piece of my body that is used the most,
 My thumbs and my fingers 
so that I can boast,
About things which only make me fulfilled, 
for a minute. 

 And then it wears off.