Silver bullet kills
the wolf in us, silver moon...
Remember that time when we would yell
across those rocks...
This perfect plank once robust
Now jarrah turned to sawdust...
It's not about the game but how you learn to play...
It's not about the silence but the things you do...
That tornado is not mine.
My defects are far more elegant...
Resting on his cane
he smells her scarf once again...
I thought I heard a cuckoo today
Chanting gaily a morning psalm...
When you finally decide
That you have had enough...
I live in a place,
A place we call home...
Oh humanity I do despair!
For all your wanton, callous care...
Apathy permeates minds,
drones replace thinkers...
Their tears
Drenched in sorrow...