The funeral procession passed by here today
Confusion and questions left strewn in its wake
But I feel like I knew his pain
A mechanical failure while enduring the norm
Some of us fracture, others simply deform
And lose their elasticity
Never to return
To the shape they were
I wonder which is worse
I try to keep my composure amidst the insanity
Resigned to the truth that I will not live to see
The dawn of a better day
That might wash away
The sadness of this age
I try to keep the voices calling me at bay
Desperately clinging to any futile act of human decency
The voices love to remind me of
My futility, sitting on my hands
Hoping anyone else than
Me will do what should be done
Confusion and questions left strewn in its wake
But I feel like I knew his pain
A mechanical failure while enduring the norm
Some of us fracture, others simply deform
And lose their elasticity
Never to return
To the shape they were
I wonder which is worse
I try to keep my composure amidst the insanity
Resigned to the truth that I will not live to see
The dawn of a better day
That might wash away
The sadness of this age
I try to keep the voices calling me at bay
Desperately clinging to any futile act of human decency
The voices love to remind me of
My futility, sitting on my hands
Hoping anyone else than
Me will do what should be done
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