Looking out to sea
I see nothing at all
But knowing what is there
is more important to me now

I feel a deep sense of longing
of satisfaction in my desires
I feel the things that tell me
I am living, I am alive

That not all is well in what I see

The thing I know that are going on
The things that the village idiot may bring about
I know will not affect me
In a direct and tangible way
But in knowing what is being done
will leave me in dismay

I cannot fight the establishment
By ignoring what goes on
But only by taking my beliefs
And living them,
every one.