Better Days

They say better days are gone
But what does that mean?
Life in the maze?
Good riddance

Divided & ruled
Overfed & undernourished
Spirit impoverished
Good riddance

We wake with the sun
Make what we can
Use our short time
Alive

Fragile respectful
Strong in our heart
Abstraction has no meaning here

Like mushrooms we rise
From rotten ideas
Consumed themselves
In vile ways

It was considered wise
To surrender your life
Poison your nights
& plan for better days

Now we wake with the sun
Make what we can
Use our short time
Survive

Visceral respectful
Strong in our heart
Abstraction has no meaning

We wake with the sun
Make what we can
Use our time
For love

Hard to explain
Easy to feel
Everything hurts
At least we can be real