When the last spec of dust has come to a settle.
As the memories and cells carry on dividing away from you.
No twitch of twigs,
no rolling of waves,
no more random missions,
no adventuring for days.
All in, watching them selling out,
no more bluffs or denies,
your wife folded for you.
Now your daughters in hand...
Sounds like a movie.
A game of poker.
Have to settling with your girls
now, as we all grow old.
Them asking, where were you?
Why did mommie not call for help?
Did nana not know?
Snapping back from memory.
Still so still on the river bank.
Entropy hardly moving in the water.
The fire rages on inside of me.
So many hooks in the city,
in you, in me, pulling like puppet strings.
They all fear, for they do not know,
so many hooks from man.
Rip the barbs out of them,
out of the children.
Lines pulsing tighter, hooked so suddenly,
drag is screaming, don't get hooked.
They can't see the lines,
all those corporate and brand hooks!
Reeling in nature, a bloody mess.
Wake up!
You still on.
Now what?
No more nurture, only nature.
Life seems to be a bloody mess.
I was told a fairy tale.
So, now what are you going to do
with this bloody mess?
