Hang to Dry

Hang to Dry 5/4/2012
Rob McManus

I guess this is real
And its not like a movie
Where the good always win
At the very last second.

Sometimes we get what we want
And sometimes we don’t
And sometimes help arrives
And sometimes they are too late.

Maybe you are like me
Lumped together in the middle
At best another cog in the wheel
Force Fitted into a slot
Over and over again.

Designed to last
But built to fail
Because we just keep going
Until we get too old,
Beaten, and frail.

Giving it our best
And giving it our all
Used up until the end
And then forgotten
Or left at the curb.

Such is the life
In the heart of a grinder
Working to survive
And pay for everyone else.

Too busy to speak
And too tired to scream
We are the quiet
And the abused.

Like dead soldiers
Buried all in a row
Forgotten by the spoiled
Who have never sacrificed
And will never know.

It could be worse
But it’s kind of hard to remember
With all that we have seen
And all that is done.

If you watched the news
Then you have seen the lies
And if you have seen the carnage
Then you know who has died.

The biggest bang of all
Is always down the road
As we keep on going
With less and less.

The future opens up
Into a million possibilities
But it’s getting smaller
And narrower
With every decision
And drop of blood.

But if you are looking
For something more
Make sure you look in the right place
Instead of bashing your head
And cutting up your face.

Make sure that you are heard
And love with all of your might
Embracing the chaos
And making it your own.

Because if we are to hang
Then let us hang freely
Kicking in the air
And one of a kind.

To exit this world
Without regret
Having lived and died with honor
Every step
And every day.

The real life is coming
Because this is just a test
Just a dream without a heart
And a farce without a soul.

Keep the flame burning
And always seek the truth
Growing ever larger
Up the stairs
And over the hole.