Frost Bitten Embers

Cost ineffective, stretched thin and taking
Cycles of social expectation
Thievery of a living in the making
Time stolen by breath conned of material exasperation

Siphoning blood like oil into the industry
Cogs in corporate machines
Closing my eyes to wake up faking legacy
Another day in the devils dreams

Scams of overtaxed wages and collective debts
Glorified coupons of overpriced benefits
Cashing out achievements against the weight of our regrets
Paychecks to compensate, quick fixes off of these penny hits

Does time heal our wounds or just teach us to tolerate what’s broken
When norms go unchallenged long enough until we’re numb
Unraveling my thoughts in the tangles of every word unspoken
Tending to over run gardens
Am I killing weeds or roses with my green thumb

Toxins on the roots, what is greed and what is wise
When money is but the ashes of a life’s debris
Gauging worth on the capital of sights for sore eyes
Scenic routes to graveyards, living life in the longing of perpetually dissipating memory

Caught somewhere between my yesterday and my tomorrow
Yet never in the moment when every second embodies eternity
Future hopes versed against a former sorrow
Beggars can’t be choosers when the spirit is in poverty

I see the world for its emptiness when the glass half full is an illusion
Dimming skies losing light in the vacant boast of a melting sun
Time and time again I draw the same conclusion
I don’t belong here, but there’s nowhere I can run

Let life run its course like we are a host to this flesh that is its own ailment in disguise
Waiting to break out to shine in light of an unseen beholder
True beauty defined by ethereal eyes
Absolute images defrosting the frost bitten shoulder…