A Potpourri of anarchy.
A cold slap in the face.
Chaos, Armageddon couldn't lively up this place.
With caffeine in my bloodstream and a blank stare in my eyes,
I sit back, relax, write facts.
Or are they, just simply lies?
Why are we here?
And what's it all for?
Are we pawns in the game?
If so, what's the score?
With this absence of truth and presence of lies?
How can you wonder why we can't find some answers?
You won't find the answers in the books that you've read.
You're searching for answers,
but they're all in side your head.
You won't find the answers in the words that they've said.
A textbook designed to confine individuals thinking.

To be continued...