Prophecies Prevented

A part of me is nervous, feeling kind of worthless, A part of me is angry, trapped in this twisted tapestry, A part of me is sad, lost in the echoes of the bad, A part of me is disgusted, can't trust in the rusted, And a part of me understands, when we're still slipping through the sands. And it's all: Prophet prevented, destiny deferred. Tell me: What if the hero missed the memo? Never heard? What if no one ever told him he was meant to save? Be a beacon for the world when you can't stop the wave. If I'm writing my own story, then who's stealing all our glory? When someone said find your fear, move near, be sincere, Someone else said fear leads to anger, to a cracked canker, And that's the danger. When you stalk to strangers. Sing it, Sweetheart! Use that voice, it's your choice, Go find all the others, under covers, our long-lost lovers. Back and forth, a revolution, like a spiral, They'll call your teacher, to try to reach her, Each and every preacher, till you "go viral." Not just mine, but hundreds, thousands, Dare we say billions, vanity's oh so resilient. And it's all: Prophet prevented, destiny deferred. Tell me: What if the hero missed the memo? Never heard? What if no one ever told him he was meant to save? Or maybe change the world, not just rant and rave? You're thinking about what you say before you display, Ok, I just want you to say, "it," in your own way, She says, smoke's to separate, to create, and navigate, My love affair with myself, the derelict elf on a dusty shelf. Come out and really show me, all that emotional honesty, Because, what it was, was my imagination, a pure sensation, The war: it raged, like a rabid beast uncaged: oh how it staged! A hooded figure, the hidden trigger. Baby, be my grave digger. And it's all: Prophet prevented, destiny deferred. Tell me: What if the hero missed the memo? Never heard? What if no one ever told him he was meant to save? Why not just pontificate from the cradle to the grave? A part of me is nervous, feeling kind of worthless, A part of me is angry, trapped in this twisted tapestry, A part of me is sad, lost in the echoes of the bad, A part of me is disgusted, can't trust in the rusted, A part of me understands, slipping through the sands. And it's all: Prophet prevented, destiny deferred. Tell me: What if the hero missed the memo? Never heard? What if no one ever told him he was meant to save? What if no one ever told him he was meant to save? Tell me. Tell me. What if no one ever told him? What if no one ever told him? Oh, he'd know...