There’s nothing out there but cold, blank stares
icy meeting hands let melting, trembling, scared
‘how to use your voice’ when all is left, so withered; weird?
so underprepared — ill, forgotten, fragile and feared?
“How the hell do we get out o here?”, they asked so fucking sincerely
when all is at yet another loss, you’d think this bitch knew pain yearly
routinely, regularly — fixed on the moved
When all has since called you to act
That is all that you’ve failed to do
where the fuck is this life taking you?
And how certain were you this was the
Last and final chance that will serve you?
Goddamn bitch, we tihnk you’ll be fine
If you act accordingly ad do what is right, just and fair
Be it some three hundred thousand pus miles away,
From the only home you’d ever known, still just
As lonely, lost and scared
Should we go,
Probably not, that might be weird