Countless Reality

You try to care
try to function and get through the day
But in this Countless Reality nothing matters
nothing helps the substantal amount of endless lies
the constant line of bullshit that spoose from one's mouth
you just can help but soil yourself with sweat and tears
working your ass off and no one seems to care
you work so hard for nothing
and end up nowhere
begging for food on the street corner
whereing the same clothes you wore last month
and what are we supposed to think
that you're actaully worth something
please don't waste my time
there goes another big business man
in his BMW
not a care in the world
the world's on fire and he dancing through the streets of ash and shame
I doubt he even notices what's going on
until his stocks go down and he loses everything
only then can he understand what it's like to sink lower than low
to no longer drown and just walk upon the ocean floor
does he finally know what it's like to kiss the sky before you go to sleep
only in his dream are the streets paved with gold
and his eyes sparkle like diamonds
his house built out of stacks of cash
but when he opens his eyes
he sees nothing but the streets burning
people running frantic as the world crashes down around them
in red, orange and yellow
the colors of flame he shall never forget
more than anything he wishes he could go back in time
and gave that person on the side of the road some money
but sadly in this countless reality
nothing matters