Count the reasons

until you can no longer count

because you no longer want to count

because you no longer want

or need


but peace

no silver lining,

no new lease

count the reasons

and the seasons will cease

to change

and when the fire burns

no Phoenix will rise

and that lost look will be gone

from both your eyes

they’ll say it’s funny

how time flies

until tomorrow dies

as you count the reasons

keep your eyes

on the prize

theres a bushel of fear

and a basket of lies

and some faded tie dyes

and an emperors cloak

nearly twenty years in

and the empires broke

its all mirrors and smoke

and some coins in the well

farewell my darling,

we’ll catch up in hell










About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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