Followers and Leaders

In life,
There are followers and leaders,
But it doesn't mean the followers,
Couldn't have well been leaders,
Nor that the leaders couldn't have just followed.
But we are here,
And what happened, was,
But what is and what will be,
Are a matter of leaders and followers.
Can you trust your leaders,
Are our heros only pretend?
Who can you trust today?
Creating a world without friends.
Our backs are against imaginary walls,
We created them with our concrete.
Our minds are hitting bricks hoping they fall,
Making lives imaginarily complete.
Here we are on shifting sands,
Following the pit vipers,
Living in their nests without hands,
Paying them like pied pipers.
In my mind and in my dreams,
I see in crystal clarity,
The lies that wage wars for means,
And it all seems unfair to me.
But here we are,
In our lines of leaders and followers,
How did they get this far?
Only because we've allowed them to.
But it's time to see we only sidewind in circles,
Waiting for our streaks to blow away in the sand.
And life is about more than money, death and girls,
Though it seems to be the only thing for which we've planned.