GASLIT

Congratulations
You who are asleep at the wheel
For having no idea
Of who you run over
The people you hit
Again and again
The painful breaking
Of their bodies
The crunch and
Final plunge
Into whatever is next
Not even background
To whatever dance
You’re tapping out
In dreamland

Congratulations
For achieving some kind
Of enlightenment
Let it be
Let it be
Let the tide of blood
Wash over me
A speck in the endless
Lack of reason to care
I fear that you
Know more than me
An older soul
Who understands why
One should never, ever
Give a damn