Undone

A man can warm you about himself as much as he wants, but it's up to you to listen.

I think we’re undone
I thought I told you, baby it’s me
And even though
The land is split, baby you know it’s closing
The men and their followers
Cardboard clothes, with ragged cloth intertwined
They hold onto their rocks
Little circles etched on, and mindlessly they press on
But don’t you know
I could have sworn I told you, baby it’s me


I think we’ve landed ashore
Don’t you remember?  Baby it’s me
And although
The water is drying, baby you know it’s over
The plan and it’s sacrafice
Rose red droplets fall, and the people continue on
Driving over the bumps
Concrete roads no longer, bones and flesh are our only path
I’m sure you know
Because I could have sworn I told you, baby it’s just me


No promise, so it’s a lie
But we’re so crazy
I’ll do what must be done
And in the end, it can be justified
I think we’ve landed in that old space
Memories can still drive
But in the end, you’re still crazy
All the little babies crying
Who knows when they’re dying
No end, so it’s just the beginning


If it’s so simple, then why don’t you try?
You don’t wanna remember
And you don’t wanna fail
So if it’s so amazing, then why don’t you drive?
You don’t wanna fry
And you don’t wanna fall
But if it’s so crazy, then why don’t you fly?
You don’t wanna crash
And you don’t wanna feel sorry
Because if we’re so lucky, then why are we here?


I think we’re undone
I know I told you, baby it’s only me
And besides
The feeling is dwindling, baby you know it’s passed
The ideals and their problems
Draining us to the last drop, they don’t mind an empty tank
Flying over the last green tree
Don’t you see how it’s alive, too bad it no longer shines
Hey, didn’t I warn you?
Now I know I told you, baby it’s because of me


I think our time’s done
I think it’s over, baby it’s only us
And come on
That trip is over, baby it’s long gone
The people and their weapons
Killing us to the last shell, they don’t remember when
Life was about living
Don’t you remember when it was fun, too bad it only sucks
They can’t say I didn’t warn them
Now it’s me and you, and baby we’re flying

Reviews

[jerrypat]

Interesting plot/scheme to this poem, Matthew. You can take it any number of ways, but by the time you get to the end of it, it's all justified, for, you know, didn't I tell you . . . Two lines really stood out and it was near the bottom of the poem . . . "they don't remember when / life was about living." Such a truism. All you have to do is turn on the television or scroll through the Internet to understand that completely. Darn good poetry.