Dreams Over Reality

Aggravation

I wonder where this aggravation comes from
Maybe once I found the abrogation undone
I wish the skies beneath the concrete are free again
But alas the sword is mightier than the pen
I wonder when it was swapped
Probably once the free world dropped
Now look at us, broken and misshaped
Stuck within one side of the map and in state
There are bigger fish to fry than what we find socially
Too bad it's all gone, hopefully there's more than what's atrociously
bothering the world and the problems it has
Just put on some phones and play that jazz
The one where the soft blue tone of the saxophone
is playing blissfully in your ears, emanating us to atone
It's strange, don't you think
Lying in the brink
It's like we're all built to destroy
like we're soldiers heading in separate convoys
You still following, I doubt it
Not like you give a shit
I think it's getting to our heads
and the veins in our bodies like sacred threads
to a bigger meaning in life
I guess maybe it's not just the Aggravation
Maybe the connotation of the consultation where you give me compensation for a complication within your congregation
Like the constellation is among conversation but the sky's desolation is now information for our simulation.