One Small Victory
Living the dream with bouts of insomnia.
Struggling with unfair demands of good faith.
Strength of the absurd I've heard they're on to you
And with the intrinsic value of clay.
White flags waving over your winter chimneys
Accepting defeat with no loss of face.
Don't waste breath on me, y'know what the truth is
Carry yourself with an auspicious grace.
With both of us wrong were I to agree.
You'll grant me this one, this one small victory
Wake up a stranger in the land of promise.
Then get back n'find that not so much has changed.
Mornings glory was anything but honest.
Tidy lill' trap in a dec'rative frame.
Clearly out of view, loud, good at what I do
Get what I want, things should work out just fine.
Never put the hood over tactile values
Myopic thugs, most faulty by design
A prerequisite of our future history.
It belongs to me, this one small victory.
With both of us wrong were I to agree.
You'll grant me this one, this one small victory
Copyright © Rightly Jennings | Year Posted 2015
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