The sky is bleeding today
It’s a comfort to say the least
Less I run out of words to say
The idea that I can change the world
Feels old and retired
Feeble and expired
Coddled up next to dreams
Barely holding on by life support
Beside kin argues whether to pull the plug
And I am forced to choose
Do I stay or do I know?
Do I leave it all behind in my mind?
Refuse and waste
Allowing practicality to govern