Ode to those weak moments when I would think of Trump as something more than a distraction…
I tripped the wire, you can see it in my eyes
Sold my dreams to a tyrant in disguise
All behind me now, straight ahead murky ways
I’ve been a romantic fool, dystopian wise
From wrong springs right, the truth dripping lies
Now I’m standing at the fork, with nothing left to say
Someday somewhere a new sun may rise
A constant source we can’t kill or buy
My past is fiction, my memory’s meek
Future uncertain, the present bleak
My heart’s still strong, but my mind is getting weak
A prison cell inside and out
No words to scream, no lines to shout
Try to find the will, but I’m feeling only fear
All my dreams turned galactic dust
My soul condemned to scientific rust
Time’s flying past, but I’m still standing here
A sentence set for no crime
A solitary confinement of my mind
My only guide a distant light
I’m blind to action, no sign in sight
I’m reaching for a reason, but feeling only might
We are alive, we will survive
Somehow maybe make it back to life
But there’s too many people, too many people dying
Paranoid scribbles up on the wall
Schizophrenia the final fall
Greed and power, and our leader is lying
The corporation is knocking down the door
Think I’ll write a myth to even the score
Freedom just a word to me
The talk absurd, can’t find a key
Nothing left to do now, fade away, let it be
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Don’t let ultra right-wing freakazoids get you down!
Thanks for reading / listening!
Tomas
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