What is wrong with me or more to the question what is wrong with the world. I wish I knew but, I don't have a clue. Dream of the grand quest in life But, go on an adventure I don't simply I won't. Stuck in a rut and feeling so very blue. Look foreword to the future I wish it was true. The past is no more then History something of a memory stew. I slip a cup to get that warm feeling all the way through. I think, I wounder, I just sit there and pounder. Nothing comes but air in my lungs. Put my hands over my heart to feel the beating, listening, as it plays its part. Wounder whats my place wheres the smarts. All I see is slavery on a massive scale. Forced labor and control a bankers form of money... forced SALE. Whats wrong with cash whats wrong with never ending debt. Its all good and grand till it's got no value left. Years go by, makes me want to cry, to think of all the time I lost and officials that were bought off. Money is the root of all evil. Believe it and tell all people. Get up, stand up, go and make a fuse. I'd start a revolution and die if I must. If It truly brought forth a change. Cause you know it don't matter whose the president it's more of the same. Only the masses can bring in the "Change". Go ask your peers if they like government they will tell you its lame. They don't care they don't know if they do understand they feel so lost. With that the evil doers are the one's that wined up the boss. Makes us the ones that have to pay the high cost. So sad So true in the shadows they own you .. and me its Not something I ever want to see. A global take over...Genocides at 3:00