Tired muscles, tired eyes

Can't sleep through this Oaxacan night

He's kept away from dreaming, haunted by thoughts of failing

The family whom he shares a bed

A tiny

Let's jump from five story windows holding tight to black garbage bags

Let's stare in the face of all physics deny the laws

We build utopian empires

We construct policy

Slumped over on bar stools

Stumbling through the streets

We are dreaming

Two tall cans and the cheapest cigarettes to relieve

An honest man and another honest day of working

Stuck running circles convinced I was changing lanes

Thought time was my companion then found out it held

The television shows the perfect people

Happy with their money

And if you get thinner, less wrinkled

You won't feel so empty

So get a plastic

Car crash on the open highway

Blood flows from our lifeless body

Transplant the organs at the hospital

The miracle is though we die were saving lives

The requiem

The light on the wall from the candle's flame

Defies all the books filled with old cliches

Though

the soldier thought of his father as he held the loaded gun

he thought of pride, courage, and tradition

and as he emptied

A slow decay

All around advancing entropy

Exposing apple cores and planting seeds

A generation stakes its claim

One rolls away

To abandon moss and apathy

To embrace