Horizon Path - Crazy World

Scrolling through the feed, the screen is glowing bright, everything is changing, fading out of sight. Yesterday’s the truth, today it’s just a lie, we’re spinning in the chaos, asking clouds for why. Rules are written in sand, washed away by rain, trying to find a pattern, but it’s all in vain. Oh, this world is crazy, a heavy, spinning wheel, generations clashing, trying to find what’s real. The young ones scream of vision, the old ones cling to past, building up a future that wasn’t built to last. We’ve got the crown of plenty, a kingdom made of gold, but the greed is turning poison, and the hearts are growing cold. You had it easy, cries the voice of the new, you're just lazy, answers back the elder, bitter view. Pointing fingers at the screen, drawing lines in dust, forgetting that we’re sitting in a house of rust. War is just a business, a ledger in the dark, trading human future for a hollow, fleeting spark. We feed the hungry screens, but let the people starve, in the monument of history, see how the hate is carved. We’ve got the tools of gods, the wisdom of the sage, yet we’re acting like children on a tiny stage. Oh, this world is crazy, a heavy, spinning wheel, generations clashing, trying to find what’s real. The young ones scream of vision, the old ones cling to past, building up a future that wasn’t built to last. We’ve got the crown of plenty, a kingdom made of gold, but the greed is turning poison, and the hearts are growing cold. Can we stop the turning? Can we slow the pace? Look each other in the eye, find a human space? Just a little bit of silence, just a little bit of grace, in this crazy, crazy world.