Time Goes By
I am a floating goal
the ever sought target of
indescribable tyranny of
mistrust and misuse
no time to enjoy the rain
no time to think about
everyone who thinks something's
going on
going on around here
rotation
shuffle me in your deck
and draw a new blank
I hate being your wildcard
sip from the lips of flowers
grown in the ashes of
the homes we've burned
I am a floating goal
the ever sought target of
these constant antics and absurdity
no thoughts about the drive
no thoughts about time and
how it goes by