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 eyesSold my dreams to a tyrant in disguiseAll behind me now, straight ahead murky waysI’ve been a romantic fool, dystopian wiseFrom wrong springs right, the truth dripping liesNow I’m standing at the fork, with nothing left to saySomeday somewhere a new sun may riseA constant source we can’t kill or buyMy past is fiction, my memory’s meekFuture uncertain, the present bleakMy heart’s still strong, but my mind is getting weak A prison cell inside and outNo words to scream, no lines to shoutTry to find the will, but I’m feeling only fearAll my dreams turned galactic dustMy soul condemned to scientific rustTime’s flying past, but I’m still standing hereA sentence set for no crimeA solitary confinement of my mindMy only guide a distant lightI’m blind to … [Read more...]