smoking a cigar and playing my guitar

if creation can sing, then it surely cries.
when we let it go, when we let it die.
this is our metaphor, we don't need guns we don't war.
we just need our corrupted minds and idle hands.
we'll satiate our appetites, no one is wrong we are all right.
everything is relative, is that true?
so whats right for me can be wrong for you?
we'll take and take till she's cries, drink the water till the well runs dry.

answers would be sufficient but i know no podium or platform wants to approach things that matter, only things that push their agenda.

-Lnk-