Subject: Earth/Environment
VICIOUS CYCLE
Lungs and legs about to give out
Still pushing with a vengeance on an incline of doubt
Not knowing or caring where it's all heading
Or even how it might end
Wind and rain hold a cruel surprise
For every rough and tumble rolling with our demise
Life chained to a shelf, ever dwindling health
Do I dare think myself any better?
Can't think of anything but the road ahead
Can't look to anyone for understanding
Can't count on any force but the naked tire tread
Can't make sense of a world uncomprehending
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Born of a vicious cycle
All vicious and mean
Swirling in a death spiral
Where the vulture's scream
Cursed heir to the prophecy
Of a doomsday fate
Delivered to extinction
Born but all too late
All too late
All too late
Traffic ebbs, the chaos subsides
To the pessimistic solitude of daily bike rides
And growing concerns how the world ever squirms
With its third degree burns out of this one
Land and Sea respond in effect
To our catastrophic arrogance, abuse and neglect
Can anyone born into such a shit-storm
Emerge wounded and worn out of this one?
Can't talk to anyone of the fear and dread
Can't fight the thought it's borrowed time I'm spending
Can't help but pedal on to clear my troubled head
Can't see life in a world so fit for ending
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THE WORLD IS GETTING AWAY
Sunlight threw suspicion on the moon
Then the stars were blamed
Someone pointed a finger at the gods
And the universe was framed
But the world, the world is getting away
But the world, the world is getting away
Oil implicated
In a world wide scheme
Everyone a victim
Of a hijacked dream
Zombies we circle the block
Like hands on the face of a clock
Life's a tattered suit
That just don't fit
We slowly waste away
Growing into it
Shoppers just doing time
In life's frozen check-out line
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The world is getting away
From the scene of the crime
And leaving shards of evidence
In shattered lives behind
The world is getting away
Giving all of us the slip
Like an omen to a clueless crew
Abandoned by the ship
Poisonous cloud
Building in the air
Handy-man planet
In need of repair
World full of carbon emission
Less than in live-in condition
Demographic born
To sweat and slave
Busy being mommy's
Little live-in maid
"Daddy said pick up the slack
And finish before we get back"
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On the sea of extinction
Where wind and tide begin to shift
Under sky as thin as ice
Another species set adrift