It's said two wrongs don’t make one right,
is it safe to say two rights will make one proud?
If the picture perfect says one thousand words
won’t your actions speak so many million more?
We push it all out of our minds,
when out of mind is it out of existence?
We're instructed resistance is futile,
or is existence futile unless we resist?
Resistance is waning under threat of waxing years.
Feeling worn. I’m weak and weary, but still wary of you…
All washed up on silicate shores.
Warm and safe it feels like home,
then I wake to realize how much it’s not.
Your shoreline beckons to us,
preys on our lusts.
We play into your hands
intent on holding us captive here.
Your sweet song irresistible:
a soothing release of the snare.
Eyes on you, we’re on our guard.
See straight through you,
cannot surpass you,
we're with you all the way now.
