Elegy
You can’t cut this tension
You can’t burn it down
All your little hopes
Are shreds on the ground
You took the jump, heart and soul
A
Single
Moment of
Ecstasy,
You lost control
Here lies your remains:
Torn up resolutions
Scattered pale dreams
Bloodied little schemes
Like a child’s ragged doll
Dirtied in the street
Stomped on by
A thousand people’s feet
