Trash
to sew eyes shut, and turn away
from the face I see each day
a temptation stronger than reason
unyielding as the passing seasons
my voice is tame, common refrain
a quiet whimper, uttered in shame?
yet if I form rhyme with which to speak
does seeking the truth not set you free?
twisting verse into line
against the clock's cruel designs
an upheaval with no end
the inescapable tick
of time's cold hands
wisdom comes with age, they say
knowing to long for better days
but for a fleeting glimpse of yesterday
there, you cannot stay
uncountable traces of thought
memories cursed and fraught
waking in frozen sweats
dreams of forgotten depth
always forward, onward
to the drumbeat of dread
wisdom comes with age, they say
knowing to long for better days
but for a fleeting glimpse of yesterday
there, you cannot stay
my future foretold
a desolate stone
left to the cold
forgotten by time
left to the vines
tell me, what is divine?
we'll leave our traces, history of our races
plastic wraps, and rotten snacks
rusted bottle-caps, flavoured johnny-wraps
an empire of trash, buried in earth
a monument to our vanity
a tribute to our insanity
a statue of the chosen horde
wisdom comes with age, they say
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