Patience

We are not ready for what you are seeking;
This revolution to be completed.
For we are too young as a people
Still, full of lust for empire and glory
Trapped in the individual, adolescence.
Each and every one of you
Would cut the throat of the next man
For the key to the kingdom.
Still, you beg to be a part.
Your world is much smaller than you think,
And the real world is far too large to imagine
So, understand you must not pretend
that we are nearing the end,
because this is only the beginning..
We were born in the furnace
Remnants of the empires before us
All have crashed and burned.
We know not of suffering yet,
We are the free,
Or at least we still believe ourselves to be.

I miss you, I really do..
there's just not much I can give you these days
and I know you don't want to part ways
I've known it all along
that I'd give in till its gone
but now I have to be real with you

of course there is tension
from the things we wont mention
we both want to believe
things are more than they seem

how can you say we're ready
when we can't keep our shit steady
I know it's not fair
but we were going no where
it is hard for you to see
because you can't see past me

if i was honest with myself,
I am just afraid.
all of these placates are nothing
more than a friend in need,
i just don't know how to ask for it.
if you spend your whole life
with out ground to stand,
you learn to swim.
but i'm swimming on dry land,
and no one really understands.
how could I describe to you
how hard it is to be?
my instincts have the better part of me.

all I need is help
but I need to help myself.
the world wants you to open up,
show them all the goods inside
so they can have them at their disposal
excuse me for keeping the door closed
i heard there were petty theives
walking the streets