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Aug 09, 2009
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Stress Free Days
Look back to a time of stress free days and wonder
Why is it we don't allow our children the same comforts
To just be, what selfishness has become us?
What are we teaching them; to not be?
Why are we not teaching them to gleam, their dreams
Did not we build clothes line tents, and wooden swords and guns
Was that not fun?
To use ones mind anytime, to make believe
When was it we stopped dreaming and started dreading
Our daily lives we do not live but, survive why?
I'll tell you why, its mind control upon a flat screen
Flashes of serendipity
To please our eyes and lullaby our brains
They don't want to let us tigers out
That would cause a strain
They whomever them is
Want straw hats upon our heads
And ball and chains around our brains
That they may control the gains
They are masters of this mind controled
For they change the rules as they go along
They are re-writing and deleting the words to our songs
Video games and cameras every where
Who is watching whom
And by God who is watching you and I
Model strains, cosmic glue and plastic cards
They build upon their empires
Sports Cars and Sport Coats
These fans shall pay for their hero's
I think they have only become the zeros
Cha Ching and diamond rings
Where are they running from and whom
And why is it not upon our screens
"Sorry" I did not mean to cause
Anyone any "Trouble"
They told me "Don't Break the Ice"
Or try and play these "games"
Of "Life" watch out now
I am in their "Cross Fire"
They have got a "Monopoly"
On all of our screens
They play with us all as if
It were a game of "Dice"
by
Sinbad the Sailor Man
Why is it we don't allow our children the same comforts
To just be, what selfishness has become us?
What are we teaching them; to not be?
Why are we not teaching them to gleam, their dreams
Did not we build clothes line tents, and wooden swords and guns
Was that not fun?
To use ones mind anytime, to make believe
When was it we stopped dreaming and started dreading
Our daily lives we do not live but, survive why?
I'll tell you why, its mind control upon a flat screen
Flashes of serendipity
To please our eyes and lullaby our brains
They don't want to let us tigers out
That would cause a strain
They whomever them is
Want straw hats upon our heads
And ball and chains around our brains
That they may control the gains
They are masters of this mind controled
For they change the rules as they go along
They are re-writing and deleting the words to our songs
Video games and cameras every where
Who is watching whom
And by God who is watching you and I
Model strains, cosmic glue and plastic cards
They build upon their empires
Sports Cars and Sport Coats
These fans shall pay for their hero's
I think they have only become the zeros
Cha Ching and diamond rings
Where are they running from and whom
And why is it not upon our screens
"Sorry" I did not mean to cause
Anyone any "Trouble"
They told me "Don't Break the Ice"
Or try and play these "games"
Of "Life" watch out now
I am in their "Cross Fire"
They have got a "Monopoly"
On all of our screens
They play with us all as if
It were a game of "Dice"
by
Sinbad the Sailor Man
— Sinbadthesailorman, Aug 09, 2009
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Janice Pearce
16 years 10 months ago
Stress free Days
Sinbadthesailorman
15 years 11 months ago
I don't think any of the kids I know played any thing