Ages old
We are
leant on
Ages old
We are
pushed
Down
And they
speak in tongues and roar and
They speak
truths and simplicity
And we are
leant on
Kneeled
upon
Can’t you
see the truth?
How easy
it can be -
How clean
and simple?
Eyes
shining
Clear of
pain or desire
Clear of
memory or disgust
Ages old
They have
always been
It seems
Speaking
at volume
In volumes
The right
path to take
But their
white eyes hold no disgrace
And so
cannot fathom the bottles of liquor
Cannot
compute the morning sunrise being a curse
When you
never saw the night
Before
Their
ideals are far removed
From the
drunken spitting reality of making it
From A to
B and sometimes
Back again
But not
always
They
buried their own red buttons long ago
No
self-destruct option to be
Seen
So you
learn to move fast
Slide
Speak
faster
Walk in
cracks and shadow to get by them
And their
clean living paths to a clean living
Death.