Better Days

They say better days are gone But what does that mean? Life in the maze? Good riddance Divided & ruled Overfed & undernourished Spirit impoverished Good riddance We wake with the sun Make what we can Use our short time Alive Fragile respectful Strong in our heart Abstraction has no meaning here Like mushrooms we rise From rotten ideas Consumed themselves In vile ways It was considered wise To surrender your life Poison your nights & plan for better days Now we wake with the sun Make what we can Use our short time Survive Visceral respectful Strong in our heart Abstraction has no meaning We wake with the sun Make what we can Use our time For love Hard to explain Easy to feel Everything hurts At least we can be real