Change Of Season

Dusty relics of forgotten lore
Hidden behind lock and key
Shadows rise to hit the shore
While dreams wash out to sea

Stillborn inside a think tank
Where ideas get thrown around
An empty stare becomes blank
Till lightning strikes the ground

Archaic riddles flow like wine
Ambitious antics, numb surprise
On lost spirts the foolish dine
Speaking with hate in disguise

This world devours social graces
Working our bodies into powder
Walking amongst distorted faces
Twisted laughter growing louder

Tangled in a search for reason
Waiting for a change of season