The chaise feels like a trampoline
The words flow like gasoline
We owe nothing to yesterday
As we look past our failing
It was never enough in their time of today
Their power our tomorrow with the strength of the herd
Built on the pain of yesterday’s words
Forced to accept any beliefs in turn
Too much to swallow, so often heard
Now the break
Change the ache
Beloved is the break
Yesterday’s lake had no wake
The shore was driven by snakes
Wisdom is the Way
Alleged truth binds us to the fray
Scroll viciously as serpentine
Always we adore when we look the other way
Not allowed to rest today
Now the break and the ache
Beloved is the break
Acceptance of what was in vain
Into yesterday’s pain
Sitting at last with whom we have been
It’s tomorrow’s loss
As seen from afar
As we know our hearts they tore
With no cares for above only below
Sat amongst many, only pretending to know
We can see from which we turn
The heat on our backs but never a burn
We squatted for long
Never feeling at home
In the space between Elihu and Job
The stars are passengers from He who set the Sun
We rest in his breast
No need to be the best
It was the setting sun
From where we begun
The test was real
We were set upon so hollow and now we feel
It is not the pay that we see
Not the nod to the North
But no longer know the angles
And man’s only need
Behavior justified, gathered and and seen
The scales of what they used
As they hunted the past
Of one another
To see who would last
In the dominion of justice
Sent to them by the heresy of Ahab
