introduction:

The glass is clear, the past is feared. . Bad news is all these bastards hear
The masses think. . Hell -- nearly hope -- that the next disaster's near

thoughts:

The world's moving on a Harley. . I feel as if I'm on a half-assed ten-speed
It's a wonder our minds are blundered. . Always, we see the glass half empty
The joy is gone. . Why live life to the fullest, when all events are scrutinized?
Attention has shifted in an instant. . A full-on attempt to loot the eyes
Acceptance has flipped. . From positive thoughts to shock and awe
We love Fifty Cent's gun music. . Before, 'twas Sandler's "cock and balls"
Upon 60 Minutes' commencement, I'd love to embed my swords in ears
Is it "post-9/11?" Or a shift in thought we've been headed towards for years
Media discretion out the window. . Backpacking? Naw, I'm all for positivity
We don't get back on the horse, anymore. . In this black world, our falls deposit misery
Whose fault? Ours! I hope you realize, it can be altered in an easy way
In the "game of life," we need to return. . Be the stalkers and seize the day
This is but a piece of the puzzle. . Take it, and sucess is more than explorable
To the crowds on anti-depressants. . It's your fault, you hoard the deplorable
We've left our roots in the darkness. . It's time life returns to part the forefront
If our lives are Overcast, then change them. . We must learn and start to store sun

conclusion:

Franklin? Whitman? Aesop. . Maybe, but I'm not the least bit of Poe
If depression claims you. . Find sunshine. If you don't, remember: you reap what you sew

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