The Impossible of Dreams

I lie awake and think of all the starving All the senseless dying The stringent way of excess To perfect he impossible of dreams Is there some meaning long forgotten To suffer, to torture instinctively Just flexing your muscles and might Society accepts no diversions Always prepared for a fight Sometimes such thoughts are abandoned And meaningless drivel is discussed Incriminating, nothing substantial You people should just get a grip I lie awake and think of all the starving All the senseless dying The stringent way of excess To perfect the impossible of dreams Their focus relies upon your hatred, Thoughts of upheaval, distrust The dead and the dying unequal For a limited time in surplus Sometimes such thoughts are abandoned And meaningless drivel is discussed Incriminating, nothing substantial You people should just get a grip