Every morning good Damocles wakes up
And after breakfast from a drive-through bag
Salutes the time-clock with a merry ding
From a little card that records his time

He drives his forklift or his cubby-desk
And sorts each pallet or computer code
Into their places in the secular scheme
The minor chain of being more-or-less

Until a meeting when, and with great sorrow,
A Suit tells all, “we’re shutting down tomorrow.
Oh, the company still exists (and what could be finer?),
But we’re sending all your jobs away to China.”

tomorrow you will carry my corpse
I won't say goodbye

She's walking into a forest
With a green nightgown

Looking for answers
under the small moon

Orion's belt
on top
of the roof

I got no time
for the trouble in my eyes

I'm looking behind
I can't change
there's no end
to this pain
it'll bloom in the winter
wash away with spring's fears

I stayed up all night
the morning sky looked like a dream

If dreams feel so real
why does my reality wake up to a daze

It's been a sentimental month
filled with sweat, tears, and fake smiles
Impulsive actions
sleeping early in the morning
Sixteen years have gone by
She's getting sentimental again
this month has been a raging storm
much like the one in Jupiter

Sixteen years have passed
She's sentimental

City walks
under the street lights
uneasy
quiet feelings

driving in the rain
waiting to get there

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I know the world is inside a dark time
the moon lies silent
the sun isn't singing

There will come a time
soon
We'll have a moment of peace

The earth will take a deep breath

The moon will start dancing
and the sun will sing its lullaby

There was a time
when I asked questions

I received answers

Now such thing is a disaster

Keep my thoughts to myself
locked in a box

I'm a heavy cloud
waiting to rain down

darkness reigns
inside me

living in a butterfly dream

There's a constant storm in my ear

We all love in good nature

I live in silence