Rising Up

Pretty pictures on the wall
Stare down at me in mute anticipation
They've been waiting for so long
It won't hurt to wait some more
There's no life in this room
The curtain's faded and carpet's worn
The wardrobe needs a paint
And there's no air to breathe
Someone shut the door long ago
Maybe it was me
And society is stuck outside
Ouside the sun shines bright
And the wind blows fresh
But in this room the air is stale
And the artificial light hums
Reminding me of what could have been
People smile and nod but always
They walk on by with their lives
Someone sent a message to live
But it never came
Don't you think it's a pity
The message sailing on the sea
Of someone elses thoughts
And no-one bothered to tell me
It's a sad state of affairs
This world is too big for me
It swallows me in one gulp
Trying to kill a creation it made
But I survive alright in the end
A little worse for wear
The big people run the world
They push all the buttons and
Give the commands, all ten
And we mere ants look up
Seeing a world flying past
Without a backwards glance
Without a second thought
To whom or what was left behind
They don't care
It will take more that this
To starve an imagination
That feeds itself on pain
While the body withers and dies
The mind lives on forever and a day
In the heart and soul of another
Ant is has touched along the way
The imagination blends with another
And the grow but eventually the
Credit is not mine
The big people have sucked their
World dry and now they have nothing
Except the same unbreathable air
Which we suck in and out every day
And the big people start to shrink
Until they are just another ant
In a dirty, mind-numbing rat race
They wait 'til they can rise again
But the day doesn't come for them
Maybe it's my turn