Holding Pattern

The same circles surround me
Taunting the unresponsive revolution
Forever squandering potential for calm seas
Faking the best engaging in the worst
Scar my soul to forget a few days
Cheer to the darkness after light has fled
Half-eyed perspective wells up my eyes
What could have been could have actually been
A tattered reel to reel teetering into a new dawn

Just tear down the fucking wall
That’s all you ever had to do
Plant plastique at the base
Murder the forces pulling you down
Run away and find the sun
Find a field that can be lived on
Straight under the noon sun
Illuminated by a daily full moon
Never to leave you in the shadows again
Never to wander without purpose


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