perhaps we are on a plain of a future to bring us to the next, yet I can't fathom why it's an all about me world, so much anger, non due expression, finger pointin attitudes, is from sunrise to sunset, most in retreat of future livin in lights out past, gettin stronger that way, as it shows day by day, what the hell's goin on I dare you ask self, what'll twenty years bring with no changes today, a cause worthy of fight yet in numbers the way. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .~