It’s a tired time we’re living in,
A tired time indeed.
We’re on the verge of giving in
To gluttony and greed.
And we say that we are fighting,
Yet we haven’t changed a thing.
Nobody of their size will stoop
To hear the free birds sing.
And if we cannot fight the foremen,
We normalize instead.
I guess dying does seem normal
When everyone is dead.
When you are old and too tired to sleep,
Steeping like your lemon tea
In ancient memories and dreams,
I wonder if you’ll think of me.
When your forehead’s deeply lined
With remnants of the tears you cried
I think I live for the silent and still —
The friends you made against your will.
The evening light,
The morning mist,
The impossible odds that you even exist.
Somewhere in the summer sun,
Where dandelions dance and sing
Along with the bluebird’s lonesome cry,
Alone, you’ll find me, lying there
Between the grass seed and maple leaves,
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