It's a wonderful life when
all your dreams are made
I got the message long before you said you knew
There was a time we had so little
But you sit there silent, folded arms
here comes the big shot
a window you see through a haze
a memory with nothing to show
i can't bring myself around to write an excuse this time
Never giving into pressure from the outside
your fake character never builds
crestfallen holding a drooping flower bouquet

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In Life's private apocalypse
the obvious things escape your attention.
we are nowhere because we have nothing and no one.

On the surface of this desert land
across the dull smoked glass there is a silent canvas
that shimmers with hope and desire.
Troubling eyes colonize magnificent smears of protest
where the answer to everything reflects off your breath.

gape, grin, laugh out loud
Your natural impulses are yearning to be released.
for life once dedicated to the heart
is now dedicated to the sale
life has been a riddle suspended animation
lavishly illustrated swallowed in by quicksand.

Fall to your knees.
Shake your head wonderment
Headlamps and moonlight light the way
to a world that enjoys not war but a global orgy
wrapped up in meaningful magic
of rhythm, soul and rock an roll