Years past

I remember the innocence
Even in the big cities
People where happy
No time to be sad
No regrets
Now everyone is so very unhappy
Forced to live in places where you do not belong
In apartment units by the freeway
The noise can be deafening
No more quiet evenings in the country
Only discontent and bitterness
How society betrayed us
Forcing us to be corporate slaves
To an uncaring machine
Where our dreams die
Years past
I remember being so free
From the greedy ones
Ones that hate with blindness
Blindness that is killing us
We are falling under
The corporate elite
The feet
Of the marching machine
Runs us over and over again
Until we cannot stand life anymore
Our dreams died on the vine long ago
Transporting our minds to distant lands
That are twisted and dark
Dark like deep space
Space that void that kills the mind