The wicked ways and wicked words
Run circles through my head.
While wandering minds go slow to daze
Sinking softly into dread.

Pacification has made the stay
And all the steps it brings
Melancholy, mute charades
The pendulum doth swings.

I’ve cried inside forevermore
But no one hears the sighs
Bright facades with cheerful fronts
Mighty river, depth and sides.

Just like the rooster crowing
Predictable as rising sun
Petulant anxiety growing
Yet never is it done.

But where’s the reconciliation in my head
Where are my fair rewards?
Life’s a losing, losing stake
Your wants and dreams ignored.

So take me off this stupid ride
And out this wretched game
Where no one plays fair the rules
Yet throws about the blame.

I’m tired of sinking daffodils
Tired of anger and the lies
Tired of the repeating repeating ways
False comfort I despise.

I belong to seals watershed
My home is in the stars
Gleaned nothing from this miserable place
Except a meat suit filled with scars