The blunted edge played a tune to my mindless stare
In and out my focus waned
Time was on track

My chair had become my prison as the week fell away
The dawn of the tomorrow wanted today
And a tear formed in my sadness

The smile all for show
Cracked
Faded
Worn
Worn like a frock for the masses
And the sheep do follow

So I seek the golden liquid
The one that feeds my thirst
My elixir of life
And
The white hare has won

Till I wake under a new light
Crawl back into the past
Lower my head from the view
Let the shame go on