ALL THE WORDS

ALL THE WORDS

All the words that should inspire
Lie there, bloated and self satisfied
None tried any fresh perspective
Live in a bubble, it seems they say
Every day, a kind of contentment
Rent-free and almost entitled now
Ploughing deeper for anything new
I must do, if I’m to cause any stir
You’ll infer that I do wish to upset
And yet, there’s still room for nice
A price to pay, seeking new angles
Soft dangles there, in front of me
So you see, I’ll dig ever more deep
Asleep, I cannot communicate well
Oh Hell, let me cut through all this
Bliss is not always the final victory
A tree can also be stark and bare
Be aware, different words are due
It is true for me, perhaps for you