I see unequivocal bars,
I hear these dwindling lights
I am a point of flight.
I spend my life piggybacking up hill,
Away from the factory mill,
Towards our own delusions,
our own stack of pills.
If I venture towards the light,
Towards the flight, might I see right,
Or even slight opportunities towards an escape,
Reclaim the night,
reclaim our sight. Our sight.
So I can fight-
– back against this downward plight.
An enforceable doom.
Just say no with an intolerable boom