I see change
And I’m not moving
I’m stuck inside
A deep, forgotten hole
A rotten discontent
A plot that never thickens
You were never Charles Dickens

River rolls around me
The water moves at ease
All the way down the hill
And a little to the left
Rests a 40-acre farm
Filled with pigs and cows
Sheep and hounds
A farmer who only makes ends
And a hundred running chickens
Trapped behind the fences
Omniscient to their captivity
Unwilling; but unable
To break out free and roam
But still they stay behind
As the steady river rolls
In short, I see a change
And I’m not moving
I’m stuck inside
A deep, forgotten hole
A rotten discontent
With a plot that never thickens
With a hundred running chickens