So here we are settling
Wondering no more
Accepting the last straw
Anger slowly boiling
To its most passive point
We believe this the joint
Where we can never leave
Others can never believe
But that is how dark it is
A dark season for us
A dark season for you
A brighter season for one
One man who knows not
How we live; how we breathe
We long for light
So we may clear our plight
Our pain, our sorrow
To end today or tomorrow
And one man watches
One man listens with a grin
He ignores all the coaches
Despises their last order
And all we have now
Is a dark season
A hopeless season
A season for our joy
To wither into his ploy
For him to be, us to be not
1 comment:
Nice piece, Ponje. Quite captivating and, well, kinda challenges your mind. There could be a number of interpretations as to who the One Man is, but whoever it is, we ain't got no time to enjoy this life anymore. Keep up the good work, AAP.
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