Same old

I see that you want to

give it away,

give us away,

give all away,

because it’s too hard,

too hard to go on,

move on,

be on,

in this life where

history weighs as

heavy as lead,

heavy as the sound

of doom’s bell,

that rings across

our lives with the

same old,

the same old,

the same chorus,

the same rhythms,

of us sold out to hell.

 

4/5/2021