Birth Of A Cynic

You think you matter

You think you are a rebel

You think you can make a difference

You think you are the beginning of a revolution

Well you're cute

Not the kinda cute that tingles teenage hormones

But you're cute

You know how they call dumbfucks cute these days because being straightforward hurts egos apparently

Yeah you're that kinda cute

You're cute to think you are anything but a product of your consequences and your conveniences

Years and decades and centuries of human evolution

People have thought they mattered

But then again, you know who else thought they mattered

Dinosaurs and mammoths. Look at them now

You think you matter

Because you're relatively important in your dingy circles

But so are fishes in a 4 by 4 aquarium

You're nothing but a fucking frog in a goddamn well

You think you are a rebel

Because your ways of life are outlier to the myopic roads of your acquaintances

But so is a donkey in a goddamn race course

You're nothing but a mad dog in a dingy alley

You think you can make a difference

Because you have what it takes to be the change you want to see

But so did Martin Luther King and a hundred thousand more before him

You're nothing but a momentary distraction at your very peak

You think you are the beginning of a revolution

Because your carry fire in your breath, raging to cleanse all the filth and dirt around

But so did all the volcanoes who lie dead in their frozen lava today

You're nothing but a paper dragon in a world of corrupt desires wrapped in flesh

You're no one and you'll be no one

You're a singular decibel drowned in the deafening noise of concrete skies

You're just another dumbfuck selling souls to the walking dead

I am a cynic today, for I was you once