The Sound of Trying Not to be Heard

The same old

From the same mold

The old is so old

It’s almost new again

 

These spirals of time

These psycles of nature

Coming to pass

And then passing on

 

This lame s**t

From the same s**t

S**t is so bad

It’s almost good again

 

This circle of fate

These relapsing dreams

Painting pictures of opposites

Living their twisted, but happy, lives

 

The same old

From the bitter cold

The cold is so cold

It’s finally warm