the old lies
were better
i’d rather they be true
than every day to suffer
another
ridiculously new

and though
beneath the heavens
the end is all the same
the likes of these
extra special sleaze
play different broken games

the gamble began
from the start
but this time the peril
has broken my heart

so now
it’s speculation
to say the sky is black
and ruthless confrontation
has replaced
an ethos lack

with my head
upon your shoulder
we may just muddle through
like those older guys
with their better lies
we’ll need no more
than we can chew

but i can’t believe
i won’t concede
and live-stream everything

perhaps it won’t become
what it looks like now

yea the old lies
were better
i’d rather they be true
than every day to suffer
another
ridiculously new

and though
beneath the heavens
the end is all the same
perhaps this time
will be filled with rhyme
and satisfaction
without the shame

but i can’t believe
i won’t concede
and live-stream everything

so it won’t become
what it looks like now
it better not become
what it looks like now
we never will succumb to
what it looks like now

Peace/Love/Creative Expression

m(~_~)m