When the Fix is Broken

Living life under the sun
In pursuit of power and pleasure
The eye and ear are never satisfied                                                            
Enough is never enough
But the fix is broken
So, I’m left helpless                                    
Like children lost in the waters
I long for something beyond my reach
Like distant islands that shrink and grow
With the rise and fall of the tides
I’m swept along by unseen currents
Till the islands get small and faint
Life has become a tragedy in a coal mine
I am in it dark and deep
Trapped with little hope of escape
The fix is broken
So, I sit all alone waiting
Eventually seems far away
My silence, the residue of fear
In the darkness we come to know who we really are
While the rescuers are searching souls
The urgent truth is the only thing clearly seen
The time for change has come, but the cost will be high
Like the sacrificed legs on a glue trap
I’m ready to make a new start and
Looking forward to a time when
I have more memories than possessions
And appreciate things I have grown to know
Like lint in my pocket