More Scrapes - Arthur Beatrice

Breaking the calm

And wandering on

The spoiled rumor

Of healthy hands that steal

Held the wages

You see it come

Ruthlessly rejoice

The old and rotting

The creaking one that feels

So how can we feel

As we used to?

In straining just to feel as we should do

Safety is the most unsettling

Just waking up at night

And feeling old

Keeping comfortable

And severing the other me in sight

For giving up

Man becomes a portrait of

Becoming polite

And ever kneeling

So old and tired

Believing you need it

So how can we feel as we used?

In straining just to feel as we should do

I’ve been to better places

I’ve seen another in you

You’ve never known the sickness

To bear the bursting in you

I’ve been to better places

I’ve seen another in you

You’ve never known the sickness

To bear the bursting in you

Safety is the most unsettling

Just waking up at night

And feeling old

Keeping comfortable

And severing the other me in sight

For giving up