Quiet Desperation

The man who lives beside me
Wants to set the world on fire
I’d worry more about it, but I know that he’s a liar
The people across the street
Have moved their TV set outside
They want the world to understand
They’ve nothing much to hide
It feeds the seed in me
I wander down the street
To get a taste of morning air
A snarling dog comes after me, Awakened from it’s lair
The outside world has turned on me
I see it in their eyes
I guess I’ll stay inside for now until they realize
It’s time for them to see
They live their lives in a haze
Like rats, they’re caught in a maze
Of quiet desperation and obedience
I know that I’m just the same
I need a chance to be free
These darkened walls are killing me
If I could rise above, then I’d see
The light beyond the trees
The houses on this street were built
All facing the same way
The architect slept well at night for he’d collect his pay
Perhaps a stick of dynamite would liven up their lives
But then again insurance rates
Would surely have to rise
It feeds the seed in me
They live their lives in a haze
Like rats, they’re caught in a maze
Of quiet desperation and obedience
I know that I’m just the same
I need a chance to be free
These darkened walls are killing me
If I could rise above, then I’d see
The light beyond the trees