rebels of the west, thinkers of the east

Much love to the rebels of the west and the thinkers of the east, I wonder if Michael knew the world was off the wall when he was bad, times listening to thriller was some of the best days I ever had. While these people talk to me and assume they know more than I can comprehend, I neutralize my energy while I shake their hand, constantly reconfiguring what it means for me to be a man. Got money in my account and I can't even spend it, bills be in abundance, this governmental concept has really chained us with credit and debt.
Loving the essence of God, but the themes and schemes around the message we hear are all wrong, like what we call God is more like a divine force and state of being rather than a man with eyes and arms.
I got some dreams, trying to merge them with reality, know I'm gonna die one day but I don't wanna be just another forgetful fatality. 
During my escapade through the city I saw a young girl, seemingly caught up in this world, crossing the street with headphones occupying her hearing, no longer aware of the street because she's engulfed in the actuality of the beat, and at this juncture, I wonder; has she gone mad or am I just mad because she gets it and at times I wish this chilled out attitude is what we all had.
Positivity is within me, while I observe this world in all it's idiosyncrasies, constantly musing on the seemingly unknown and the elements of life that are so rarely shown.