New Clear Season - Aking

You and your sentimentals

Will be carried safely back to sea

The dry shore will be flooded with watered down bodies

It’s written in our nature

Still aimlessly meandering

Resisting the pull for the wrong reasons

Dragging my feet through buildings

On a long enough line of time

Survival rated drop to zero

Throw your typewriter out of the window

Our pageantry is diluted by the forces that be

Our god-like shortcomings nurtured with grandeur

It’s poisoning our children

Steer clear of the fountain

And celebrate a brand new, clear season

It seemed as if drowning would be an unlikely remedy