where the lines blur
We circumvent and pray for recompense
In the thick of where the lines blur
We eke out a rich mans fortune for a paupers pittence
In the thick of where the lines blur
We are the joke and line of punch, we are the life that never lives
We’re weaker than the lines that fill our eyes
Rolling like a dark cloud scowl, we permeate nothing but elitist whims
Grabbing nothing to hold but shame, where the lines blur
And as tears sting dry eyes and upper lips girders begin to buckle
And happy go lucky thread bare dreams drown in a torrent of tuts and boos
All hope clings as if only to reasure the egos heart
Where the lines blur
Sacrificial quarry, penned like unskilled thieves hanging
Lips pursed around a scream so softly and eloquently versed
We all hope for more as we gnaw at old bones, in the vacuum of common sense
Where the lines blur
Its the line on the map, the dirty look and whispers front and back
The old sold for new and all selfish acts to, its all decency and kindness dead
Its the face on the curved bowl of a spoon, its the crease ironed all too soon
Its the darkness that crawls, where the lines blur
(2013)
Most people live their lives where the lines blur
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