mood

the talking goes on
but never an end
complexes surround us
complexes have bound us
bound by our mind
bound by our thoughts
kill the ideas
that we are supreme
kill those ideas
that are merely a dream
constant collision
lile the waves of an ocean
never at rest
always in motion
any attempt at a fix
will never succeed
we are all sick
it's all in our breed
too intelligent
for our own good
sick mental humans
who've based all on mood