Wake Up

Surrounded by misconception

Delusions of grandeur

And pure egotism

Those who feel better

And taunt me daily

Perfection they say they've attained

Though none is existant

They percieve themselves righteous

This is their flaw

For they shall learn

The true flaw is their lives

And they've strayed from the true path

Unguided they will roam

Blind and ignorant

Into a future in which

They cannot exist

For there is no room

In the new world

The world slowly being forged

By the imperfect visionaries

Striving for that which shall never

Even in their finest hour

Be attained.