the crack in the current of time
is just a flip of the coin
aspire for a while then collide
with inanimation
of all
no consistent pattern
no winners, no rewards
no such thing as permanent vows
once broken - always on the mend
until you fall asleep
kiss goodbye your integrity
no prowess required x2
it’s all fun and games until
someone loses their innocence
it’s all fun and games until
someone loses
x2
in sackcloth and ashes now when you know
demand for endeavour’s been chronically low
but someone keeps starting the fires
again and again
frustrated expectations as fallen empires
a very slight difference from the distance of time
something so utterly dire
is making us right
I hold on to the circling
of the hushaby in my head
I try not to forget
there’s no consistent pattern, no winners, no rewards
no losers as well
as long as we try