Welcome to the sideways parade.
Days gone have been replaced by that which is frayed.
A ticking time bomb with little remorse.
Mounting issues continue to take our world off course.
But no one listens enough to invoke change.
Am I the only one that thinks this strange?
Sometimes it feels like I’m alone.
Fighting a tidal war that can’t be won.
Struggling simply to tread these bleak waters.
Its as if this world is out of supporters!
Wave sayonara to properous futures.
We’ve been surviving on our use of sutures.
Torn apart so severe we think these systems are vital.
Might as well bestow upon us the failed promise title.
But no one listens enough to invoke change.
Am I the only one that thinks this strange?
Sometimes it feels like I’m alone.
Fighting a tidal war that can’t be won.
Struggling simply to tread these bleak waters.
Its as if this world is out of supporters!
Pounded like dust into the concrete that has become our collective heart.
All that is left is what is not quite so torn apart.
Sad to say but wholeheartedly true.
We are the demons that shredded hope into fifty two.
Only to flush those sections into a flash fire.
An outsider might think our design has always been to self expire!
But no one listens enough to invoke change.
Am I the only one that thinks this strange?
Sometimes it feels like I’m alone.
Fighting a tidal war that can’t be won.
Struggling simply to tread these bleak waters.
Its as if this world is out of supporters!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 