We'd been walking for an age, Stone by passing stone We passed ever onward, Towards our end Here will do, came the call, It brimmed with confidence But it came from, God knows who. The shadows shift to greet the day, The shovels drift through seas of waste. We've struggled here, me and you. Now fight the earth, and raise this tomb. But who is speaking? Where from do they call? Why was I beckoned here? Am I really here at all? Its all so facile! A predictable jaunt! It was all called from day one, Now there's just the motions to evoke.
The dirt brushed steel finds the reaches of the deep You'd seek to sleep, had you earned your rest Yet among cartoon images and plastic sets I think you'll find, you were at your best To the dark, to the dark, You stride with beaming smile into the reach As if to deprive, yet no one would ever seek Why scrawl in a corner, what do you hope to yield? Listen now boy, the dirt is all there is Bow your head and conceal your task We'll hit rock bottom and you'll sleep at last.