Grind to Win!

People are bred and easily led ripe for change 

But not always for the good of the earthly race

Some think it's best to be who they please

In this type of existence, there must be resistance

As we are constantly evolving to make the claim 

This rave is only part of the far-flung craze

Now we are gallivanting with romance enchanted 

To bring on the mortal remains enslaved

To wipe the slate clean for the next phase 

Though every season demands an unknown feeling

Brought on to evoke a need to cleanse  

The way for new depictions that flourish when made  

People like to gripe and rearrange to craft a reason

To plant the seeds for their own affection

Making plans to trek this hidden maze 

Every so often the common believer conceives 

A plan to grab hold of a seemingly far fetched lesson

That is not always reveling but makes the grade

Is it all in the hallowed minds of the greatest thinkers

Who creates the machines that make the believers 

Bow down to whatever they cough up and swill   

If the jaw that drops starts to salivate and wield 

With the hunger of all men who claim to reign

Where would we be devoid of this washed-up fad 

They are continuously feeding the misled legions 

With unusual ways to starve the grieving  

To master the meaning before it leads the way

Why do so many give in to this conceptual whim

Just to fill the void for whatever they will

To be forgiven for this perpetual grind to win