Are Not Is

Are Not Is
Written By: Jonny Johnson

Knowledge plays tricky cards
The one that trumps is the fool of hearts
Solutions end where the problem starts
Knowledge plays tricky cards

Build walls, tear them down quick
Wear fashion just to strip
Healthy now when ill-equipped
All you know how's to be ignorant

People know things, phones do too
Facts now come through fake news
The best stories have many views
Poison the well you're sure to amuse

But it's alright. Who am I
To judge, with my eye
I just see, and I see only

Cover up abnormal smells
Spin a web that yells not spells
Who is different and who compels
When all the same no one can tell

She was he yesterday
I took we when it was they
Hold an I in the masquerady
Easy to lose in the dead parade

Some complain for the earth
They seem to know what it is worth
Human value's last not first
Hierarchies need rebirth

But it's alright. Who am I
To judge, with my ear
I just hear, and I hear only

Thoughts drift but this one stays
A shifty lump that won't go away
A tangled war untied by play
Gone tomorrow but here today

Travel far to find new friends
A life of luxury to reach those ends
Filter through a rosy lens
You lose fast what you defend

Make choices bad to worse
To see they weren't yours first
Inherited plays behaved not rehearsed
Let dissolve what can't be reversed

But it's alright. Who am I
To judge with my touch
I just feel and I feel only

Everyone cares where's the affection
Who's supposed to offer protection
More shrugs than connection
Stay put or lose reflection

Presidents have come and gone
They held a job elected on
Millions compose law to walk
Pages go blank when words withdrawn

A.I. surrounds, turns 4d to 3
Manmade god reveal truths to me
Fill the holes in fallibility
Your position and speed are uncertain to me

But it's okay. Who am I
To say, with my voice
They're just words and words only

The mad dog has learned his existence
A loud bark fronts his resistance
He asserts, a weaker man listens
Remove the soundboard he stops his insistence

Apathy's the chosen aesthetic
Prone to become anaestheic
Motion's plagued with synthetic
Investigation that's pathetic

Be black or be white
Shades of grey distorted light
Wrong is ten times worse than right
Speak simply or prepare to fight
 

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