The Rapture

I'm in my own universe

Just a small paradise on earth

And it is the only one I call my own

It is truly my home

I travel outdoors 

And I unearth things to unravel

And await my own rapture

I try to capture my inner song

And I study the written psalm

And I found the place where I belong

I'm in a universe where we cannot think for ourselves

The irony is we can no longer be ironic

We can not share ideas or personal thoughts

We can not agree to disagree

Everyone is their own personal hell

They are in a state of panic

Everyone is complaining

Everyone is frazzled and frantic

But see this is what happens to everyone

When you live like you won't face your own rapture

Try to relax and enjoy the ride

Try to live like every moment is your last

And be happy that you're alive