Walking into another dead-end bar
The smell familiar of weed and tar
All that reside I know too well
Souls given up, from the earth have fell
They bare the mark of indulgence
But with me, they talk with heavy divulgence
I can’t count the innumerable times
My ears find an emotional ladder then climbs
From my brain with all my love
I hold with my shoulder their pain from above
I am not better of this befallen tribe
I just stay in this room or on a side
I can’t ever find a home with any religious collective
But these unglorified lives never took me as deceptive
They sit and wait ready for my hand
As they hold my hourglass of sand
I want a new world with an easier air
Find love and make a pair
But frozen in a place I hold the key
Inert and still I cannot leave