The process never wavers for you
The agenda is clear
Feed on your precious, fictitious glide
Nothing's ever true for you
Stain your kin with decisions
A thought for you to review
Can't find a frame large enough
Built to surround the 3 of you
It's coming, moments away oh it's coming I say!
Not charming, deplorable and just alarming, I say
Maddening, on so many levels it's saddening, I say
It's coming, any day now approaching, I say
Not for me to just disagree
Not just something to do
Like a mouse on a wheel I feel
I can't run far enough from you
Do you feel when the knife cuts in
That you're somehow more alive than you've ever been?
Almost Maybe? Maybe? Never!
Your fictitious glide is forever