Lost Visionaries

They heavily medicated watch me from a distance

Misguided direction I am the only difference

Knowing the way is not in your job description

I turn around to see what's been covered would you look at the distance

They wouldn't know the way had I not existed

I told them catch a wave and they pond fishing

Thousand bloody knuckles, hands on the stove, top on broil

All of that could've been avoided had they listened

Angry cause they formulating half a sentence

The product of sharing thoughts in the same station