An event When it's fed to you You are made to behave You feel comfort in actions, not by you A symmetry in things you are told to crave Sing the lines to your favourite band Handle the chords and rhythm Rebel only in a spectrum or band Cause life's thought there sometimes no fulcrum No hinges but the special theory of relativity It throbs till you distract yourself Like mission to the moon in order consecutively Shipping by your thoughts Into a oblivion of gravitational pressure Possibilities open up when you take control But they keep saying shut down There is no petrol No clown No! Not while there is no patrol Don't even frown Hunting you down with an awl Oh! Delusional soul It's always a foul Walk past and see through the night Walk forward towards you reach Not without a fight An evening of music by the beach with some light! An Event! #kruelt
