Then there were none
everyone gone and
it's no use being free if
there's no one to see.

In the land of the chain where
each link bears the pain of
the one it's attached to,
where do we fit in?
and it's no use sitting pretty when
everything's ugly,
that bugs me
it should bug you.

We still bring the bacon home
pretend
that we're not alone or
in a
people free zone but who are we
kidding?
and who's kidding who,who's ridding you
of the friends you grew up with?
Give me a clue
give me something to work on,
a difficult ask when
everyone's gone but
I ask anyway.

Today or tomorrow or sometime next week,
I might seek out the answer or it might seek out me.
The problem being free is you never know
where the locks are,
I never think ahead that far,I
only think of the link and the next in
the chain.