Assimilation Of The Mind, It's Time

A thread dwindling down in my old attic
Where the dreaded memories are kept
Still and tangled they lay there entwined
And some thoughts that didn't happen yet

They are tiny threads of thought
About everything wrong and caused
Some burning of rage, but not enough to burn it down
Some filled with sadness, but not enough to cause a leak

This attic in my mind, so thoughtless intertwined,
Is corrupted and hurt and sad to the bone,
But yet it's still here, hasn't turned into a broken home,
And there is still someone to pick up the phone..

I've caused many hurt I feel,
And hopefully I've caused joy,
But the world today filled with sorrow,
Is like they are throwing rocks at my house,
That I build on my own.

Why do people hate so much, they corrupt the roots
Why do people take joy in revenge, while they chop off the woods..
Why do people not realize that we've changed,
Or is it I, that finally grew up into an adult...chained

To which I cannot escape
Can I really keep on with living this life?
Or should I take a swim to the bottom of the ocean
And join the saddened sea into this bottomed emotion

The world keeps waging on me inside my mind
Saddened by the fact that we've turned unkind,
We've become so egotistical, we've turned blind,
We've become part of a hate fueled machine,

I guess it's time to assimilate the mind.