Just randomly started typing earlier. Disjointed words and thoughts came together to create this, so don't worry if it makes no sense to you.

would it be more fitting for me
to learn of deceased men
and sing dead songs
would I be more suitable
if I could recite the memories of others
No, for I am who I am
and nobody else.

These are the times when
I would accept Kings or queens
or jacks of all trades
We stumble on our strings of
spades and hearts
childsplay is what we were taught
we are but a nation of idiots
mourning the death of scholary absolution

When we sing of old gods
and rediscover old ruins
decide that pots and pans are what keeps us living
then I shall say, you are all but fools
gold is not what keeps us in the pocket
The hand is not what feeds us
we work for a better tommorow
but how do you survive if you work for yourself

you do not recieve the lands thanks
we do not have full stomachs
and I will discover others weaknesses
going back to the days of old
where the small man would be inferior to
the big man. God only made it otherwise.

If any sort of title comes to anyone, lemme know, and i'll change it. Doesn't seem right as Untitled.

xx Rena

Hmm.... It's true that it's a thoroughly confusing mixture of thoughts. But who said that that's a bad thing? It might be the sort of thing that people struggle to interpret and decipher decades after your death or something. I think it has a nice subtle flow to it, overall. And while I'd like to help create a name for it, I don't really know what was going through your mind when you wrote it, and what you think when you read it over. So it might be up to you to think of a title. ^__^