Worthless as a bug
Splattered on a window
Cut off mid flight
In the middle of nowhere.
Wasted chasing after something
There never meant a thing
Just a whole lot of nothing
Wasted on the way.
Moving fast
We hardly notice
A thing
All our lives
Nothing but a blur.
Chasing memories
We pass by
All the old houses
Witnesses to
A crumbling past.
Weather-beaten tombs
Long ago abandoned
As all of us
Move, give up
And die.
Some laugh at the loss
Gloating at the pain
While others pick at the scabs
Just to make it bleed.
Hot and stifling is the air
Weighing down the rooftops
Sagging porches
And peeling columns.
I have seen them all
And haunted many a dream
Climbing up the stairs
And wandering the halls.
When it all falls down
Will anyone remember
All who lived
And tried.
A new day has come
And we blink in the sun
Stunned by the change
Long ago planned
Predictable and dumb.
Corrupted within
And overwhelmed with numbers
A staggering giant
With millions
Of ticks.
Stumbling forward
And unable to breath
Hunted on every corner
And thwarted in every way.
The world wakes up
To see its own ending
What many have known
But no one opposed.
See them all talk
And see them all argue
All of it a joke
And all of it staged.
I shook the hand
Of a man who shook the hand
And I also have stared
Death in the eyes.
Give the good man
A cover
Standing in the gap
Against the many
And the proud.
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