silver linings

silver linings

these filthy trails leading up cold roads, littered with broken goals, set withered bones aching,
and even though these old bones are only withered in spirit, these old bones certainly are not faking
tomorrow looks as dark as today, and today isn't faring so terribly well.
In the grand scheme of things, things could have been so much better had i not let everything go to hell
So it sits twittering and skittering and flittering in dark passes
revolving and dissolving and evolving into masses
of useless murk and wretched dreams and stinging bees and vile things
nothing is hopeful, nothing is joyful, everything is wasted and nothing at all brings
the slightest glimmer of happiness sits on pale lips
But they are cracked and split form the whipping of whips
and it fails.

They changed you, deranged you, upended and defamed you
and you took it and tasted and tainted and wasted
like a good little boy, who'd done so terribly wrong,
your absence was clear as the clash of a gong
signaling change, signaling newness
but your issues are still issues to which there's no redress
so you flutter and fluster and wring your hands raw
just to come to the same outcome, just as you always saw

now tell me a new one, tell me so brightly
how you've learned to step so lightly
from inches to feet, from strife to life
extracting, replacing, repairing so politely
the damage is done, but the damage is gone
but the sun, the sun, the sun can't be wrong,
illuminating the cracks and filling the spaces
and caring sp gracefully to the gazing faces.

Watch me, and listen and hope is abound.
Break the rules, reject the fools and beat your own path to your own door. Follow your own.