To Know What's Real

It's easy to get lost
 Swimming through the currents
 Of absolutes
 Of "us" and "them"
 Now a history of vanity
 Is all that we have left
 And it's time to clean up the mess
 This can't be all there is
 We were born for so much more than prescriptions and caving in
 This can't be all there is
 I've seen hope when love is fleeting
 Broken men rebuilt in the image of what we will grow to be
 As evolution marches on
 The helix frays
 A future birthed for all of man
 But would you say the same?
 Or hold rationale to circumvent blame?
 This can't be all there is
 We were born for so much more than prescriptions and caving in
 This can't be all there is
 I've seen hope when love is fleeting
 Broken men rebuilt in the image of what we will grow to be
 We hold our bones to the light
 And pray that our fractures have earned us the right
 To be saved
 But in the gravity of our situation
 We have learned
 Man is simply undeserving, and impossible to mold
 If at any point you find this burden too heavy to bear
 And in turn feel yourself sinking in the almighty sea of despair
 Then I promise you this. . .
 "I will jump ship the first chance I get. . .
 I will comfort you. . .
 We can save each other"