I’ve got my eye in at last
with some tarot cards and an hourglass.
I’ve contemplated long enough;
the moment is now long in the past.
With our hands tied behind our backs,
it’s no wonder we’ve developed
a brand new breed of muscle relaxants,
delivered on a TV screen not down the oesophagus.
I’ve seen the bill-boards change
as the advertisers up their game.
A promise only half fulfilled
is a promise never made.
The winter darkness nullifies
our willingness to sympathise,
so I’ll pinch myself awake,
lifting the haze and raising the stakes.
You’re just posturing in the accusation of naivety.
Strengthen your foundations,
while wounds are licked
and vacant minds are put at ease.
The effects are wearing off from a shock to the system
with no appropriate response.
We’re stabbing in the dark once more,
a fact we can no longer ignore.
Sure enough, the mirror holds more answers
than a soapbox ever could.
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