There’s nothing surprising here
anymore,
not the characters,
or the plot,
or the score.
The world turns,
just as it always has
and we forget
everything about the past.
Until the day
the end is near,
and then it all comes clear.
A storm of tears
shows up in our eyes
and we can’t lie
to ourselves anymore.
We put our best foot forward,
ignoring the soft bodies
that we tread upon,
so long we built our cities
with the bones
of those we fed upon.
We see the same old lie
and sell it to the coming generation,
to pretend we have an answer
to the cancer of the world
and what happens after.
There’s nothing surprising here
anymore.
We get every single thing
we ask for,
every single time,
we beg to die
then change our minds
when we’re the next in line.
So, we have progress
without progressing,
a distressing cycle
finally ending,
uncomprehending eyes
full of wonder
and full of fear.
A storm of tears.
DR – 2021
