People come they bring mourning flowers I don't know where the vases are that was always your job where did you put them I cannot find them not under the sink or in the shed they are lost like you are and I need them because flowers are everywhere and you are not
When will it be your turn? You can be good and exemplary but somehow you are second best or come in third place Getting out there is one thing Getting yourself out there to stake your claim is quite another Do you want to claim it? You are about to turn the door on the **** of tomorrow Will it be another turn?
Change isn't always easy You enjoy what is and what was What is around the corner is another matter Perhaps a narrative you would rather not deal with Yet, you deal Another four letter word Not like the others? Or is it? The Constant.
Know I will hunt you Beyond Where you rest May your legacy Wither and wane Dispossessed Of the power You lorded Unmercifully, Unrelentingly Binding The meaning of free To conditional terms And relinquishing rights So we feel more secure When all turns to black Sites